Note: Ok so this is my first posting of anything I've written and it is very scary! Well, posting something not the beginning of this piece I'm working on. Feedback would be great. Please say if you do not understand anything but at the same time I have no intention of giving anything away because I strongly believe the read needs to work out things for themselve. I have not edited it yet so if there are any mistakes please point them out because I haven't looked for any myself yet. The way the people speak is done the way it is because of where they live but the MC does learn to speak better. So here it is!
Lily - Part One
The city of Quilas was one of the largest on the planet apparently. It was called the Golden City although the only golden part if you asked me was the very centre. In the centre was the Guide with its tall towers and huge ball thing that was stuck into the ground. That was my favour part as the light bounced off it and made it dance with many colours. On the other side of the Guild's wall was the Residents. I did not like that part at all. The houses stood five floors tall with fancy windows and sheltered yards to keep their White Leopard drawn carriages in. The people who lived there strolled around in fur and silk. Once one struck me with his cane just for getting too close – the evil troll. The final part of the Inner City were smaller buildings that were were shops and more housing; but now for the traders and anyone else who could afford to live there. Then there was a very high wall separating the Inner City and the Slums. Dweller's were not allowed inside the City but not even their fancy wall or laws stopped us.
The slums were clearly a disorganized placed with the buildings made out of anything and everything. They were not built it neat lines like the Inner city buildings but space near the road and wall was literally fought for. Going through the slums was the only road out – we Dwellers deliberately built next to it to get trade from anyone who travelled to the city and from it. The road lead north as Quilas was on the edge of the southern ice plains so there was hardly any need to go that way other than for hunting, fishing and mining. North however the road lead to other cities and such, I’m not sure exactly sure what however because I’ve never seen a map. Yet it also went past Quilas Marina and rubbish pits.
I was on the crow’s nest on one of the big ships. Thanks to my brother giving me a ride on his shoulders up the mast. I could see the whole city from up here. I was only interested in the Guild thought. Everyone in the Slums had to work, man or woman. I couldn’t because I was born during a plague of the Sickness. Naturally being a new born I got it very quickly but managed to survive. Unfortunately I was now too fragile to work properly. As a result the Slums were a bad place for me as fragile things got broken very easily. I had to get into the Guild and study. That was not only extremely against Dweller ways but a very expensive choice. It took ten Gon coins to get in. They were fat golden coins. We also had slim silver ones called Sal and tiny rough bronze coins called Riv. So ever since I got ill my family has been secretly saving up.
Father had fought his way up the mining industry and was now inside one of the building next to mines breaking up the metals found and sorting them. Mother went to the frosts up north every week and wasn’t seen for days but when she came back she brought special herbs to sell. My eldest brother, Samuel, had taken up the duty of my guardian and refused to let me out of my sight unless I was with mother. I was on the crow’s nest but he was balancing on one of the sails. Together we salvaged what we could find in the rubbish pits – it is amazing what Residence throws out! Last week we found a ring with a gem in it. My second brother, Edward, had wormed his way into the city somehow, not that anyone expect us knew that, and spent his days cleaning chimneys in the summer and road sweeping in the winter. My third and final brother, Fredrick, was a machine cleaner in a factory that made linin for the Residence.
“Hai! Lily, com', need to hunt traders” said Sam giving my foot a poke. I tore my eyes from the Guild and gave a nod. He carefully helped me down despite my protests he was making it harder. Climbing down was much easier than going upwards. Once we had worked our way through the busy docks without getting caught, it was illegal to be here without the correct papers, he allowed me to take a small bag of our findings.
We took a drain pipe through the wall to get through to the traders and kept to the back alleys. We had just sold a rather nice pair of shoes, we would have kept them if they were sensible ones, we headed home because dusk was starting to arrive. Dusk meant the streets had more Guards on them to stop Dwellers trying anything. It was a completely stupid idea considering we did our deeds in the day. It’s amazingly simple to steal from a place in daylight;without anyone noticing for hours and by then you’ve already resold the stuff. Of course you could only sell to certain people and not steal from them because otherwise they wouldn’t keep your backs.
“Hai!” said Fred the second we had entered our family shack. At the moment it was made out of odd bits of rock Father had nicked rom work and old slates Ed had taken from the Resident roofs. I frowned as the family was gathered around a make shift table – a plank of wood balanced on bricks.
“Wha’ wron’?” snapped Sam instantly, wrapping an arm around me. I frowned as they were sitting as if something was exteremly wrong but Fred had not exactly been negative his greeting.
“Nothin’! Everthin’ is perf-ect, as the Residence say” mother said dabbing her eyes with a sock.
“We have enough money for the Guild” father said patting mother’s shoulders. His speech was not as hard as most Dwellers as he had once lived on the other side of the wall. I stared at them all as my brain struggled to process it. I struggled to say anything as mouths kissed me and arms wrapped around me. I was going to school. I was partly aware of mother waving everyone away and telling them to be careful.
"I have to go get George to send a note to Guild" Father said rushing out of the house. George was a Slum Inn Keeper and was one of the only people we knew who could write even if it take him a while and his script was bad enough for even me to notice. Although I only had the signs in the City to compair his writing with.