The Heliohaptian Desert was lit up bright from the scorching rays of the wicked star known as the sun. From the time you'd wake up till the time you'd sleep, you would sweat bullets and hope that the night didn't freeze you to death. Those that lived within the city had lived within the melancholy hell all their lives, and therefore their bodies have adapted to the wretched wasteland that they somehow managed to colonize. It was life, and there was no changing it. So, it's become a tradition to ignore the weather and continue on strong.
The city was bustling with activity. Each person moving along with their own personal affairs. Everyone was constantly doing something, relaxing within Heliohapt was considered a sin to some. Money was a virtue so people spend all their lives obtaining it. No quality of life what-so-ever, slave or not. Lower and mid-class citizens were somewhat in the same chains as the enslaved. They won't admit it out of ignorance but the taxes take all their income, and if you didn't pay up, you were jailed or put in shackles. Speaking against it was suicide, and there was enough wide-spread fear to break the fact of martyrism.
Those that would avoid those taxes lived within the slums. Living the lives of criminals, taking from those who wished the good life and have some sort of ambition. It was unfortunate to run into some thugs, as you had less than a twenty percent chance coming out of an alleyway with something in your pockets and for women, less than a ten percent chance of coming out with and clothes on... It's why it was common to carry a weapon, but it never stopped the thugs from doing the same......
Vivian lived amongst the slums. The one Heliohaptian library was located there and she practically never left the little establishment. She knew damn well she could not take on some of the men that walked the streets, despite being a magician. However, people started raiding homes. Not one would expect someone to raid a library. Nothing there was of value except for the occasionally degraded couch. Yet, they managed to think a safe or something and went in anyway.
There was four of them. They damn near kicked the door off it's rusted hinges. Her desk had been right next to the doors, as was most libraries. She'd been taken by surprise and was put in a chokehold, before being dragged across the front of her desk and pinned up against a wall. Other than the five, the library was empty, as usual. She couldn't really scream for help either, but the loud smashing from her figure hitting the wall was sound enough as a call for help. Without her wand, she couldn't cast any spells, so in the end, she was helpless.
The city was bustling with activity. Each person moving along with their own personal affairs. Everyone was constantly doing something, relaxing within Heliohapt was considered a sin to some. Money was a virtue so people spend all their lives obtaining it. No quality of life what-so-ever, slave or not. Lower and mid-class citizens were somewhat in the same chains as the enslaved. They won't admit it out of ignorance but the taxes take all their income, and if you didn't pay up, you were jailed or put in shackles. Speaking against it was suicide, and there was enough wide-spread fear to break the fact of martyrism.
Those that would avoid those taxes lived within the slums. Living the lives of criminals, taking from those who wished the good life and have some sort of ambition. It was unfortunate to run into some thugs, as you had less than a twenty percent chance coming out of an alleyway with something in your pockets and for women, less than a ten percent chance of coming out with and clothes on... It's why it was common to carry a weapon, but it never stopped the thugs from doing the same......
Vivian lived amongst the slums. The one Heliohaptian library was located there and she practically never left the little establishment. She knew damn well she could not take on some of the men that walked the streets, despite being a magician. However, people started raiding homes. Not one would expect someone to raid a library. Nothing there was of value except for the occasionally degraded couch. Yet, they managed to think a safe or something and went in anyway.
There was four of them. They damn near kicked the door off it's rusted hinges. Her desk had been right next to the doors, as was most libraries. She'd been taken by surprise and was put in a chokehold, before being dragged across the front of her desk and pinned up against a wall. Other than the five, the library was empty, as usual. She couldn't really scream for help either, but the loud smashing from her figure hitting the wall was sound enough as a call for help. Without her wand, she couldn't cast any spells, so in the end, she was helpless.