Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

Time passed in District 42 as Ari was accepted as a new integrant of the city guards. Most of the time he was still out of the Castle, working on the streets of the south region to maintain the safety of the citizens.

He was more than one year following always the same routine, which left him used to it already. And because of his good performance, while acting with the city guards, he had a great opportunity to become a Ridire.

Ari didn't have too many friends among those people. He conversed normally with everyone, though. He wasn't shy at all, just introverted. The young guard preferred to be quiet.

The only person that could, curiously, grasp all his sympathy was Canute. He also was someone who just ingressed to the city guards, being as young as Ari.

Contrary to Ari, though, Canute wasn't a commoner. He wore a white mask since the day he was born. The boy was the son of very important Jarls of the Castle.

Too late part 3