Guild Wars 2

The opening to the new chapter (part 4 of the entire fan fiction). I’ll be updating at killerstickmancomics.com foremost.

The Chapter of the Unwritten

4

A reflective examination of the rooftops, walls, cracks and wear of the city’s streets was how Gus spent an hour of his morning. A morning that cursorily coiled away as the afternoon sprung into it. Grey deepened in the sky and the wind blew rain to his face. He looked for the sun briefly before glancing in the direction of his mother’s home. Within his belly, he felt the groggy remains of his drinking the night before. It had kept him from breakfast, but with an understanding of the journey ahead, Gus followed the nearby smells of baked bread, imagining someplace warm and dry.

Drops waterfall from a canopy above as Gus sat on a wooden stall, at a wooden table, looking rather wooden himself. An old lady came to him with bread and broth and Gus said his thank-you.

The bowl in front of Gus now lay empty, but his belly was filled with the indigestible feeling of guilt. His eyes moved freely among the people of Divinity’s Reach, as his body sat in stillness. Distantly, a flash lit up dark blue clouds, and in a flash of decisiveness Gus rolled the wooden stall out from under him as a roll of thunder sounded.

The gate to the city, which was all but closed, loomed over Gus in the darkening storm. A scattering of people came through. They weren’t the first Gus had seen running to shelter, as he briskly walked the pavements that lead to the beginning of his journey.
The guard houses were empty, and Gus heard a faintness of disturbance as he approached the gate’s opening. Moving through, he saw a group of villagers huddled behind a home. A fire blazed into a rooftop nearby and for a second, during a strike of lightening, you could see a look of presumé across Gus’ face, all before a Seraph yelled his way: “You, get these villagers to the inn!”