The moist blue sky held the remanence of the past day's storm. The blackened mood looked like the stone of the coal district tucked in the south near the border of Hellpinton. Its hellish work environment was not up to code but was swept under the rug by the leaders of Yolt.
The orchard at the center of the district brings a sense of peace and new coming to the dark town. The apples of the trees used to be a lush and ripe red color but now they sit in a dark charcoal-type color.
For the people of the district knew not of what was beyond the mountains that surrounded their home but they knew one thing. They knew that the riches of the world would be found beyond. The town did not have a church, but worship was all over, in their hearts, their homes.
The Town hall that was located next to the orchard, its mossy black stone at the base of the structure held the darkened wood, its surface covered by coal dust and other kinds of dirty dust. The gargoyles at the roof of the hall had menacing looks. The crumbling smooth stone that made up their body of them was not like the other stone in the district. Its grey surface was almost mocking, like the gods of the land wanted to mock the people that their stone was inferior to theirs.
***
The dark dusty path leading up to the decrepit bridge was pain-stacking long. For Tyson Shiftern had little patients for the path and the contents that lay ahead.
"Tyson!" A distant voice called.
"What?" Tyson called back.
"How come you're the only one here in town that doesn't care for school?" A little girl said.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone here wants to make their house happy. They want to get good grades so as not to bring shame to their family."
"School just doesn't interest me," Tyson said. "You've seen my grades, Dalila. I don't have to prove myself to anyone, not even our house."
"Are you going to be an alchemist or something then?" Dalila asked.
"I don't know. I guess I'll just go where the future takes me."
Tyson looked at the bridge that was coming into sight. The bridge would cross him into the place he so desperately did not want to go.
The ancient bridge connected the school to the rest of the District. Tyson made his way across the bridge and down the short winding path to school. His dirty shoes sank into the mud that was on the path. His disgust spreads across his face.
***
Tyson enters his home, kicking his muddy shoes off in the doorway. Tyson made his way over to the dirty kitchen where the muddy bread was sitting. He took out a knife and started to cut the bread when a flash of light seems in through the window. The glimmering gold light could be seen for miles.