You walked out of the plank and into the wharf as you hauled your meager possession with you into a new start.

  You truly weren’t doing well before this and had to scrape by just to earn the right to live and so you had decided to then and there abandon everything and head towards the frontier for new opportunities.

  Life in the capital is harsh, even more so for people like you who were born from the slums. There weren’t many jobs that you could fill and the occasional some is already filled with people more experienced than you.

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  You were young, practically a child in their standards so the only job criteria you could’ve passed is being a thief, which, you loath to admit, doesn’t suit you at all.

  Of course, thievery is common; everybody does it once in their life, as your late father had taught you. It could be in small things, like coins, a shirt, wrist bands, or, as your face darkens, happiness.

  “Move it, kid!” A voice brought you out of your musings and you embarrassingly cocked your head to see that a line has formed behind you. Redness crept up your cheeks and you quickly muttered an apology before awkwardly walking into the town you see looming ahead of you.

  Perhaps, you could find your calling today, and be fortunate enough to thrive in this new community. Who knows?