EUROPIA CITY

Admiral Yvet had a long day at work, he was exhausted. It was past midnight; he should be home by now. His wife would be thinking of his whereabouts. He didn’t want to go home and have her scream at his face, again. He hated it every time she raised her voice at him.

He walked out the entrance of the warehouse. As the general overseer of the harvest from the western farmlands, he had to stay late to keep records of the harvest. It was physically and mentally exhausting. The light from the lampstands at the corners of the fence that surrounded the warehouse made his eyes ache and the shadows of the nearby trees danced with the rhythm of the wind. A soothing breeze blew past him and he looked up to the sky. The clouds were gathering and the air carried the smell of rain.

“You must be tired as well Jester.” He said to the tall man beside him. 

“Don’t worry sir, as long as I’m getting paid to