13
The distinct smell of a busy city greeted my senses before I stepped through the gates of the wall. I’d only been inside of a city once when Father tried to repent for the black eye he gave me. He talked to one vendor before he had enough and dragged me back home. I only was in the city for a moment, but I still remembered the distinct scent. The sour stench of stale piss, the yeast of overripe fruit rotting in the gutters, and the sweat of old men. Delightful.
“Smells just like home,” Darren laughed.
“You lived in a city?” I couldn’t imagine the free and nature-loving Darren living between walls, but all of my friends were a bit mysterious.
“Lived? Hah, he ruled the city,” Aspen chipped in, ruffling through Darren’s wild hair.
“I didn’t rule the city, I was just a Prince,” Darren
