Chapter II
Garland was feeling listless. Something was wrong, something felt different. He’d felt this way before, but he just couldn’t place the feeling. He paced in his small cave, thinking. It had been driving him crazy all day.
Garland had once been a successful assassin from the Neutral Zone, but had long ago been expelled. The fateful assignment, the one that had led to his expulsion, had been to kill the King. However, at the last moment, just as he was about to strike, he’d gotten cold feet. Instead of killing the King, he had snuck into his study and told him everything he knew about the assassinaton plot.
The King had seemed to know something was afoot, so he hadn’t been shocked. And while he had seemed grateful, Garland unfortunately did not have enough information about his employers to be granted a pardon.
So, he had taken refuge in a cave on the outskirts of Monster City. It was rough, but he had managed on his own, unbothered, for many years now.
But now, something was wrong. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch. So he gathered his few possessions and began the trek into Monster City.
After a short time, he reached the walls of the City. He knew the City well enough to approach the part of the wall with the Neutral Zone on the other side, which meant that it was not patrolled. In keeping with the unsavoury reputation of the Zone, a small gap in the wall had been chiselled out long ago for those who wanted to come and go. A sleazy looking guard was posted there, but with a little bit of coin changing hands, Garland was able to enter the Zone with no trouble. He went in search of his informant, hoping to get some insight into the feelings he was having.
Credits
Sunrise
Art by frederick
Wood, Stone, Damask by
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Story by Trithie