featheringwhisper

    Chapter 1    At night, the streets of Lower Town were quiet. Not completely quiet – there was still the low murmur of secret deals made after midnight, of men wandering the streets after drinking too much to find their way home, of couples in their beds. But it was a stark contrast to Lower Town’s usual noisy, overcrowded daytimes.    Isandro, one of the inhabitants of the Lower Town, took the time to enjoy that near silence, perched precariously on the roof of his house. Every night he would climb the wild vines that traced up the side of his family’s home, a small bag thrown over his shoulder, and settle on the loo

    Although the longest, busiest street of Gruanksen City possessed the uncreative official name of Gruanksen Street, most residence simply knew it as “Marketplace”. And for good reason: the wide, lengthy road was always bustling with shoppers, lined with small venues selling just about anything a person could imagine. Children ran around, waving sticks of candy and laughing in high, bubbly voices, and pets mingled and played, racing to snag scraps of fallen foods.    Despite its popularity, not all of the hundreds of shops contained in Marketplace were very well known, or really got any customers more than once a day. One of th