advertised venues, but they were portable, so not as
large as this one would be.
I walked up three steps, rounded
at the base, and entered through the door to the right hand side. It was dark
as midnight, but I could see a small light reflecting at the end of the
corridor; like a fantasy with an escape route. I went forward and with a loud
bang, a door slid from behind me blocking the way, causing echoes to follow. It
was now vividly bright. I could see nothing but corridor after corridor, scarce
of any features; this was truly a maze of an astronomical magnitude.
I walked forward, heading towards
the end of the first corridor, hoping to find a turning, but as fast I had
marched forward, what I saw never came to me, I just merely kept walking in a
never-ending parade of illusion. I began to run, but again, nothing. I looked
up to see my body from below; the dirt on my shoes was quite clearly visible, I
will have to clean them later I thought. Now looking down I could see myself
from above, what sort of trickery is this? I suppose nothing is surprising in this city. Turning around I began to walk, this time I actually seemed to be moving
to somewhere other than nowhere.
Looking back again, the first
place I was considering to go to had become much closer, yet also had the way I
was walking, how peculiar. Still walking I glanced back; I could see that with
every step forward that I took, no matter how insignificant, I came closer to
what was behind me. Now I knew how this place worked, it was not long before I
was outside, smiling at the coin collector; his face in disbelief that I had
managed to escape so quickly from his trifling creation.
The time had quickly passed by
without regard for anyone and it was closing in on mid-day. Camerine was
waiting outside the slaughterhouse, where I should have been really, but there
is always room for a little bit of fun, no matter how rushed I was.
“Hello Camerine, I see you are
here early, did you enjoy everything last night after I left? ”.
“Yes, thank you. Shame though
about all the scrubbing I have had to do this morning and I am not talking
about the pots. So how was Mr Bullwort? ”.
“Let us not go there, I will just
say I did things I am not proud of”.
We
walked towards the outskirts of the city, merging our paths into that of many
of the city folk. The stadium was much larger than I was expecting it to be,
reaching up like an entrance to the skies above; accessible only for a nominal
fee of course. There were several entrances on all sides, to help keep the flow
of people moving as best as they possibly could. Stands lined the outside of
the stadium selling all manner of food, creating a wave of never ending carnal
allures. We made our way to the front; pushing through many unorganised people,
whom were stood there, hopelessly counting their coin up, to see if they could
at all afford even the most basic of seats.
“Where are you to be seated? ”. Said one of the ragged guards, who was collecting entry
fees; his tongue often sliding from one side to another, as fresh meat walked by.
“What seats are available? ”. Camerine said with a quizzical look and a tilt of his
head.
“We have the grand tier, which
judging by your appearance, I am quite certain you cannot afford; so your
options are either the secondary tier at a hundred coin, or the seats for the underprivileged at twenty coin”.
“We will have the secondary tier
please; preferably in the corner closest to the grand tier”. I said as I passed
over two hundred coin to the guard”.
“I see, very good , here are your passes; next”.
We walked through one of the many
gilded stone arches that acted as entrances to the stadium and sought out our
seats, which were marked by numbers and symbols
“So, why did you pay for
me Avis? You know I could have paid for the seat myself”.
“Well if I cannot treat a friend,
who can I treat? ”. I said giving him a pat on the
shoulder.
The pink sky had
large as this one would be.
I walked up three steps, rounded
at the base, and entered through the door to the right hand side. It was dark
as midnight, but I could see a small light reflecting at the end of the
corridor; like a fantasy with an escape route. I went forward and with a loud
bang, a door slid from behind me blocking the way, causing echoes to follow. It
was now vividly bright. I could see nothing but corridor after corridor, scarce
of any features; this was truly a maze of an astronomical magnitude.
I walked forward, heading towards
the end of the first corridor, hoping to find a turning, but as fast I had
marched forward, what I saw never came to me, I just merely kept walking in a
never-ending parade of illusion. I began to run, but again, nothing. I looked
up to see my body from below; the dirt on my shoes was quite clearly visible, I
will have to clean them later I thought. Now looking down I could see myself
from above, what sort of trickery is this? I suppose nothing is surprising in this city. Turning around I began to walk, this time I actually seemed to be moving
to somewhere other than nowhere.
Looking back again, the first
place I was considering to go to had become much closer, yet also had the way I
was walking, how peculiar. Still walking I glanced back; I could see that with
every step forward that I took, no matter how insignificant, I came closer to
what was behind me. Now I knew how this place worked, it was not long before I
was outside, smiling at the coin collector; his face in disbelief that I had
managed to escape so quickly from his trifling creation.
The time had quickly passed by
without regard for anyone and it was closing in on mid-day. Camerine was
waiting outside the slaughterhouse, where I should have been really, but there
is always room for a little bit of fun, no matter how rushed I was.
“Hello Camerine, I see you are
here early, did you enjoy everything last night after I left? ”.
“Yes, thank you. Shame though
about all the scrubbing I have had to do this morning and I am not talking
about the pots. So how was Mr Bullwort? ”.
“Let us not go there, I will just
say I did things I am not proud of”.
We
walked towards the outskirts of the city, merging our paths into that of many
of the city folk. The stadium was much larger than I was expecting it to be,
reaching up like an entrance to the skies above; accessible only for a nominal
fee of course. There were several entrances on all sides, to help keep the flow
of people moving as best as they possibly could. Stands lined the outside of
the stadium selling all manner of food, creating a wave of never ending carnal
allures. We made our way to the front; pushing through many unorganised people,
whom were stood there, hopelessly counting their coin up, to see if they could
at all afford even the most basic of seats.
“Where are you to be seated? ”. Said one of the ragged guards, who was collecting entry
fees; his tongue often sliding from one side to another, as fresh meat walked by.
“What seats are available? ”. Camerine said with a quizzical look and a tilt of his
head.
“We have the grand tier, which
judging by your appearance, I am quite certain you cannot afford; so your
options are either the secondary tier at a hundred coin, or the seats for the underprivileged at twenty coin”.
“We will have the secondary tier
please; preferably in the corner closest to the grand tier”. I said as I passed
over two hundred coin to the guard”.
“I see, very good , here are your passes; next”.
We walked through one of the many
gilded stone arches that acted as entrances to the stadium and sought out our
seats, which were marked by numbers and symbols
“So, why did you pay for
me Avis? You know I could have paid for the seat myself”.
“Well if I cannot treat a friend,
who can I treat? ”. I said giving him a pat on the
shoulder.
The pink sky had
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