The pass way for the nobles line was much shorter that the line for pheasant and middle class people.
Chattering was all around, whether about business, to mock or idle chatter. Xavier didn't engage in any conversation, all he did was to stay close to Xavier and watch is surrounding, but most important- his belongings. This was the best or rather the most perfect situation for none other than- pickpockets.
After about three hour and maybe more they were finally at front.
"What's your reason here boy?" A guard asked sternly with distain as he looked over them.
'To waste time of course,'
"Where here to partake in the competition," Xavier answered ignoring the guards tone.
" Oh really?"
"Yes,"
"Name?"
"Xavier Mayiz of God,"
A few sniffled laughter was heard,"
" A peasant and an orphan," a guard mocked with a low laugh. For those who heard laughed in.
Xavier kept his composure, and Zaril'n wasn't familiar with sarcasm.
"What about the one behind you? Boy speak,"
"His name is Zaris Mayiz of God,"
" Can't he speak for himself?"
" You got our names now may we pass?"
Xavier asked feeling a bit of irritation. "Now listen here boy, I think it's best you speak with manners if you know what's good for you,"
Xavier remained quiet looking beyond the man. Zaril'n had already drained his communication bar, and dealing with another brain tight person was far too soon.
"Hey didn't you here what I said!"
Xavier was quiet,
"Alright that's it! Get off the horse!" one of the guard lashed out. He then grabbed the reins on the horse to pull it away.
Xavier didn't want to fight, and he needed the return home, a conflict wouldn't do any good. He hopped off his horse and took the reins.
"I ask you stop," Xavier said looking at the guard. The man snapped his gaze to the boy only to silence. He felt something heavy and forcing him back, he swallowed hard suddenly sweating. This presence pushing him was far beyond some normal peasant. Could he be a noble? But why dressing as a peasant?
Thousands of questions flew through the guards head, in the end he released the reins and left them pass beyond the walls. Xavier took Los to the stables paying for her stay space and took Zaril'n to the registration center.
Ever since Zaril'n had step beyond the walls he wasn't able to stay focus, there were people everywhere. He saw different structures of architectures, people of multiple colour, clothes wear and many things that were being sold.
Xavier had to pull Zaril'n by the arm so he wouldn't be lost within the wave of the crowd. Xavier thought sure he could abundant him, but each time he thought to do it he felt guilty. Xavier felt miserable that this strange, stupid demon had an effect over him. Did Zaril'n curse him or something?
They joined lines after lines, first at the gates, then registry, getting Zaril'n a proper identification card and then to get something to eat. Xavier couldn't remember the last time he stood on his feet so long, he was tired, rather he was exhausted. But Zaril'n looked upright. He was like a tree that got water often.
By the time everything was concluded it was already night. Xavier rented the cheapest inn he could find and shared the room with Zaril'n. They barely spoke, Zaril'n mostly gawked at everything, while Xavier was busy thinking about home.
He had pre-prep many things for them, he caught fish and other meat and hung them to dry. He did the laundry, catch water and even baked a variety of goods for them. He was sure they would be fine, but he was worried.
He would get some sleep and then ride before dawn. He knew the other children would like for him to watch Zaril'n and bring back stories, but whether Zaril'n pass or fail wasn't within his concern.
Both Zaril'n and Xavier entered their room and Xavier thought it looked smaller than prison cell. Two unprofessionally stuffed straw mattress was by both sides of the wall and a small knee high furniture in the middle. There was a lamp with a burning stone that shone dull.
Beside it was a battered shedding book. Above the little furniture was a small old window with the hinges broken and it played an original concert of it's own. Higher up the window of the roof a stringed line ran from it to above the door. A ragged curtain that has missed multiple wash days was attached to the line.
And the walls of the room held and displayed many visible memories.
Xavier sighed and flopped his bag on one of the beds. Xavier could only think sleeping outside would have been better.
The noise outside lowered, but business still continued.
It took some time then both boys were fast asleep. Sometime in the late of night someone entered the room with ill intent, but he was an unfortunate man. No sooner than he had entered the room a blade was pressed at his neck drawing blood.
The intruder didn't even plea, as everything was far too swift for him to react. He swallowed so hard it sounded like a thunder in the silence.
" Move," Xavier pronounced sending an icy chill down the intruder's spine.
" Yes sir," the intruder stammered biting his tongue while doing so. The person fled immediately, if he could he would leave his shadow behind to move faster, a yet that was not possible.
Xavier turned to Zaril'n who was still sleeping, he could only think the boy was too unaware, he thought Demon were to be cunning and ruthless, but something was obvious wrong with this Zaril'n, maybe he didn't get the memo to be a demon or something.
'maybe I should pray for him,' Xavier thought as he believed Zaril'n needed fixing of some sort.
But maybe he wasn't all that bad. At least for now.
Before the sun had rose to peep from the dark curtain sky Xavier was already up and ready to go. Zaril'n was still fast asleep with his arms folded over his chest. Worry kept Xavier awake as being far from the children was unsettling.