He was not sure how long it had been since he had went off on his own as he checked his backpack, he only had half of his bread left and his water had already began to run out. He was all alone in this world with no friends or family, right now he was lost and without a purpose other than his blade which he kept in his bag as well. He got really lost in the street as there seemed to be a huge commotion of sorts, as he could not figure out what was actually going on at the time.

He looked around really confused as to why the people were so busy and noticed some people setting up stalls as it was his first time actually seeing the main square of town before. He had spent so much time in the mines and working under people he never got to see the world around him.
He could smell some fresh food that was probably cooked recently, but he began to think that he would soon starve since he had no money. He had only remembered now that he should have taken money before setting off on his adventure or journey to find his place in the world. He also heard some parents laughing and playing with their children as he looked down sadly having never known that experience too well. He felt deep down inside he did not fit in with this place as he began to search around for a place to go work on his gears.

He was not all there when suddenly he got knocked over as he fell on his back as this really pudgy man knocked him over, a familiar man who he had forgotten was the mayor of this town. Not that it really mattered he was a bit upset that the man just did not take note of who was in his way, did not matter who you were could no one respect people or have any manners. Then a serious guy stood over the kid and said.
"Watch where you going kid, do not go bothering the mayor you little brat"

He wanted to hit this guy so hard right now, but that would not help him get to work on more gears, as he sighed and looked away and just whispered stubbornly, "Sorry..." giving a deep pause as if he wanted to add something to the end of that fake apology. Why did he need to apologize to people when they are in the wrong, or was it always meant to be him who was wrong all the time. He had to be wrong because he was a peasant, a worthless brat, a servant who now no longer had a master. He was nothing more than a stray dog to this rich people he thought to himself. As he sat there people just walked passed him as if he was not even there, not like anyone would care since they were too busy enjoying something. 

He heard someone announcing it was time as he just sat there and listened. The man then said something that helped him get an idea of where he was, he was in Londonary and it had been some time but he was not even sure when he had gotten there to be honest. He heard something about an amazing day, but was there really such a thing as an amazing day as the little boy thought to himself. He then began thinking more and looked up to the sky and wondered why he could not just get work since he was already sixteen. The people here would accept him would they not?

He then saw something he had never seen before as they unveiled a large clock, the beautiful gears and the pristine design, the creation so perfect until he noticed a blemish as he held his mouth for a moment nearly losing himself at the sight as he remembered that day. He wanted to get away from this place as the people all began running like crazy, one person kicked him to the side and a few stepped on him as well with some people only going around him afterwards. He was used to being treated like dirt anyways as he did not know where to go from here, he tried standing up slowly a bit hurt and feeling sore here and there. 

He then stood up and looked towards the clock tower as he glared at it wondering who would defile this beautiful clock, rather than thinking about how they could have killed the person to begin with. Before he even knew it he was nearly alone in the town square as he took this time to scavenge some resources getting some food and coin and stuffing it into his backpack. Not that anyone cared they just ran off on their own it was their fault for not watching over their goods. No matter what happens if you do not look after yourself then no one else will, is what he had thought and would continue to think. This was just another day in the life of Aura