The wild river had rushed through the landscape for thousands of years. Curved out a pad for itself to flood through. In return the mighty water had turned the ground around it into a perfect place for farming. So it was no surprise that after the first people came to live there the little village in a couple of centuries turned out to become one of the biggest cities for the time being, this planet had ever know. A city that was home to hundred thousands of people. Existing out of what seemed to a little child a million of small streets, around every corner new surprises. New puzzles to solve, a lot of new adventures to live for. Adventures who really just where sneaking in a tavern or stealing apples from the always busy market. In a time period mankind still fought with swords and human rights where far to be found. In a world of hidden magic and non-human creatures who were not really welcome inside city walls. But even the river high up in the mountains started as a little stream dodging rocks, rocks that the river would swallow easy a couple of hundred miles to the south. And everyone that knows of that place agrees that it is the real core of the river, the beginning is most times the deepest core. Also the city has a core existing out of untold stories. Some there yet to be taking place, some forgotten, most of them not worth telling. But some are, more than you might think of. There are stories involving the most darkest secrets, stories that are just about happy summers, stories about the creation of the city. But the best are ones nobody really knows about, the once full of surprises and discovery. This just one of the many stories collected in the core of the city. Not necessarily the best, but it’s the story that I want to hear. The words that I want to know about. And everything started with a few footprints in the mud. Left after that rain had kept a lot of people from going outside.
