All the eyes upon him were kind of creepy in the youth’s eyes. In all honesty, Zack had never even been to Fallien before, and for good reason. From what he had heard, Fallien was a desert town of blistering heat and xenophobic people. Every so often, the street fighter could hear the sporadic scream of a harpy from outside the walls of Irrakam. The citizens of the town seem to regard Zack with the same kindness as the common man would a leper, which was odd considering how much of a sunny disposition the young man usually had.

He had been sent to this city in order to meet somebody, but not just anybody. The higher-ups of Misery Business had told him that he was to be the company’s representative in escorting, of all things, a princess. Princess Ags, as Zack was told, was said to be a fairy princess who was new to the world of Althanas. The boy never questioned how his superiors knew of beings from other realms, or even how they got to their world. After all, this was an industry that knew the exact people they wanted, and refused to take no for an answer. That persistence is what made the usually apathetic Zack join their cause, after all.

He wiped away some sweat from his forehead as he walked, his green leather jacket wrapped around his waist, revealing a white t-shirt with no distinct patterns or logos. It was rare for Zack to remove his jacket, but the heat of Irrakam warranted such extenuating circumstances. His eyes narrowed as he looked around, one hand over his green orbs to shade them from the sun, the other holding an open canteen of water. It was important to stay hydrated when ones body was sweating most of its fluids out.

Zack took a drink, hoping that he’d soon run across this fairy princess in this racist city.

((Closed to Ags))