The hour marked noon. The sun hung high above the clouds, the wind a caress for every individual.
In a city in an aesthetically pleasing sector, in which the houses were usually built of pure wood. In one of these, a man despite the early period of the day was upset.
He was walking here and there looking for solutions, squeezing all the potential of his brain but he could not find a sunset where to rest because of the problems that were bothering him.
The sound of his stomping and occasional tapping could be heard throughout the establishment until the room was interrupted by a woman carrying a cup with a presumed infusion in her hands.
"Sir. Zedmmon, I have brought this tea for you. The lady has mentioned that it is made especially with medicinal herbs, to treat stress." Said the woman with a small smile and obvious concern in her eyes.
"Miss Alicia, you must not worry about my conditions; It is not part of your duties," Zedmmon said as he received the tea.
"But sir, it is not fair the vermin they commit towards you." The lady commented with suspicion and anger.
"Please, Alice: don't mention those troubles inside the house." Zedmmon said darkly.
He was called Zedmmon and was one of the wealthiest individuals in Athens, but of simple origin without a force to back him up. An entrepreneur of great success and history, who had dedicated all his fruits and savings to develop an idea that promised innovation.
Who promised to eliminate craft creations to a minimum level. Craftsmanship is a monopolized good and one that had submerged the world during the last centuries to its dependence.
But when the time came to develop and implement it, it was hindered to such an extent that it was the cause of its current stress. After all, most of his wealth was centered on his current project.
Today was going to be a busy day, as he was to be transported to court where an accusation against him was being processed. Because a poor person, a worker at the facility in his name, had been poisoned by collateral damage in his name, resulting in his death.
In his car with his driver, he drove through the cobblestone-paved streets in that direction of it. He observed his surroundings sporadically with complex emotions stirring within him.
Entering the courthouse resulted in an exaggerated and unnatural sweat of his own. Finally, the defense attorney entered, who enjoyed a great reputation as one of the best advocates in the entire central continent.
Although a heated debate ensued and his counsel defended to the best of his ability, he came off badly. But the trial was still going on and another date was rescheduled in pursuit of the trial.
At the end of it, he got back into his car and headed for home. Even in the comfort of the armchairs, he could not find any peace of mind; thinking about his memories.
In his youth he was poor. His mother stopped breathing when she gave birth and his father was a farmer. Against all odds, he struggled to make a place for himself in the world.
From the age of 19 until the age of 25, he worked as a cleaner in the home of a landowner and scholar, through hard-earned connections.
Where during that period he managed to learn the language 'Lyusr', the common ancient language of the High Continent. A fact that earned him a recommendation to a public university by his employer.
In this university which he attended, through abnormal flows in the same managed to agree with a select magical social circle. Where he managed to constitute himself as one himself, but because of his advanced age and limited resources he could not advance beyond a magical Adept, not even appreciated in current times.
Due to his limited and practically null future as a magician, he decided to focus on areas of greater success, meritorious for his abilities. Thus he ended up being an entrepreneur, who maintained his old connections.
After decades of effort and success, he dedicated most of his wealth to a mass production factory based on magical elements, which overthrew the old artisan regime; a fact which affected the interests of powerful people, due to his immense pressure.
Spokesmen arose urging the individuals he employed to rise against him, due to his oppression. There were economic blockades that harmed his interests...
Finally, he had reached his home. Entering heavily and receiving his daily medicine, due to his advanced stress; After taking it he decided he was going to take a nap before participating in another debate he had been urged to participate in.
He had arrived home after an extended debate with opponents to his cause, where he had been belittled and called derogatory names. He slept and slept.
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Athens Journal:
Well-known businessman turns up lifeless in his room.
The unfortunate deceased was named Zedmmon, no last name. He was found lifeless by his maid, bedridden. He was pronounced of natural causes.
...
It had come to an end.