Divinity's Twilight by Christopher Russell

Author:Christopher Russell [Christopher Russell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Morgan James Publishing
Published: 2021-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Part 3

Resistance

Chapter 12

Safe Havens

Mesmeri ??, 6?? ABH,

Sewertown, beneath the Royal Capital of Nemare

The boy awoke to the muted light of dawn filtering softly through the open window at his bedside. Well, at the very least it was what passed for dawn down here. In truth, it was a fake sun, a giant magic crystal at the top of the massive chamber Sewertown rested in that they turned on to make the trash below think they lived lives like those on the surface.

He yawned and stretched his arms, pushing away the frail sailcloth that barely functioned as a usable blanket. Unfortunately, as he sat up, the pile of hay pushed together to make his pillow disintegrated. Guess I’ll have to tie it back again tonight.

Something was special about today, but for the life of him, he couldn’t quite remember what. In fact, he found himself struggling to remember many things: where he was, what he was supposed to be doing, and, most importantly, who he was. It was as though the fog that often permeated these subterranean waterways had taken up residence just behind his eyelids.

“Something wrong, Kit? You don’t look so good.” The smudged face of another boy peaked at him from the edge of the roof above his bed. Rather, not a ceiling, but the bottom of the bunk above his. As the youth spoke, the mist cleared, and the name Kit made everything else fall into place.

He was called Kit, and before he was known by that, he hadn’t possessed any identification whatsoever beyond “You!” or “Thief!” or “Wretch!” You didn’t need a label to steal, pickpocket, or scrounge through the back alleys and underpasses for scraps.

It was only once he’d arrived here, at this “family” of miscreants and outcasts, that he’d received the name Kit. And even that tag merely enabled the older children and adults of their group to know what he was best at: carrying, hiding, and using whatever kit they needed for whatever job needed doing. Simply put, he was good at almost everything and hardy to boot, so they always put him in charge of their tools and supplies.

Similarly, the lad above him was called Pockey. Nobody in their band was a better pickpocket than he was. Whether the goods were sewn into the seam, hidden in an inside pouch, or guarded by someone very alert to the dangers of carrying money through Sewertown, he could manage a scheme that would leave the target bereft of their valuables. As a result, they often worked together. Kit made the plan and outfitted the crew while Pockey swooped in to get the prize.

Kit put on a smile—fake, of course—and replied, “Nothing wrong, just thinking about what to do today.”

“Yeah, it’s your name day! Got any brilliant ideas for it?” Pockey beamed a similar grin back at him, though his was probably real. Among the middle-aged kids, he was the warmest and most caring.

Truth be told, Kit had completely forgotten his name day. It was just another day—one that possessed no sentimental value for him.

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