The Golden City they call it was made of gold mixed into the lightest and strongest stone. The spells of the Old Sorcery were god-like. But, it remains a story, for the city's age is indeterminate and the stones from the walls to floor are yellow-grey. All the streets are a meter wide and stinking of manure and all other foul mixes of human excretion. A Golden City for slums fits the title much better.
It is 3:00 am in the morning, the chill comes from the thick fog is casted by a man cloaked in a red hood and cape strolling the narrow streets. He was walking fast but no so much as if he is about to run. The red hooded man slows his pace 3 meters ahead when he saw a man in ragged brown cloth resting his back on the wall left of the hooded figure. As he gets closer, blood has flowed from the ragged man, forming a stream of blood that will most likely be stepped on by the hooded figure if he had not slowed his travel. The red hooded figure stood before the ragged stranger and spoke in sharp voice, "why do you linger when flies and maggots will soon be your entertainment?"
the ragged man under his blood covered long gray hair looked up with his blurry white eyes, blind as he seem but his vision piercing as that of an Eagle. He saw the all too familiar golden eyes with black vertical slith pupils while the rest of the eyes are scarlet red. The ragged man smiled, "young fellow, you have a long scornful way to go." The red hooded figure answered in silence and resumed his walk vanishing in the thickness of the fog.
A few moments later, the ragged man used what strength left of his knees with the guidance of his cane. The accuracy and precision of his eyes are now gone with his immortality, the certainty of his end in this world is inevitable. He stood to greet another presence and said his last words, "I'm ready to go."