The corridor stretched along the side of the main castle walls, it led to the lower district but wast frequently visited by Murderer's and lowly tricksters who made you give up your money willingly into his pocket for no reason, of course Neverin was no different in the general public's eyes, they saw him as dirt on the ground, impure and ignorant to the things around him, they were fools who wore gold upon there chest's who never took risk's and always stayed behind boundary lines never taking a chance to shine. This city.... Kingdom was slowly falling apart due to the king Sir Falsch; He was a wonderful king of course, and he had control over many in the surrounding kingdoms and had an army of two thousand men ready to fight on his word, But he never payed attention to what his citizens were doing underneath the gaze of the kingdom, how he was being back-stabbed by his very people he was trying to protect. Neverin tried not to worry himself much on this matter as he walked down the corridor towards his favorite spot in the Kingdom, he had heard shouting and ruckus coming from the castle during noon and he wanted to stay away from trouble, from sight. He did not like it when people knew he was real, that he was alive and apart of this damned kingdom. His heart caught inside his chest as he heard a guttural scream come of from his side, he knew what to do, just keep walking! don't pay heed to what is trouble, stick to yourself so you don't get found out yourself, the walls surrounding him felt as if they were closing in as he heard the screeching again. The moss covered floor grew farther away from him, this happens to him each time he freaks out, the environment turns into something else, into something he can understand and pay attention to. He groped for his sanity, for the reality that was so close, and then it came..... a sudden rush of air filled his lungs and kept on his way home, not caring if the screaming had come from someone who needed help, that was how the world was know, pay attention to yourself and don't get into any messy situation or your done for. As he walked briskly out of the corridor he found himself in the same beautiful scene that he came upon each day: a shining sky full of white and pink fluffy clouds and the two sun's that cascaded color across the land, he would come here every day to find peace and calm in the chaos of his life, the moments he had here were the few greatest of his life, other then the time he was allowed entrance into the castle itself. Neverin felt weary and his muscles ached from the stress of having to scavenge for half eaten food all day, it bothered him that the king had no real regard to his darkest parts, including the poverty of his kingdom. but it was like this for two reasons: the kingdom was falling apart and he had bigger things on his hands, and that he just was uncaring to his peasants. Sitting down on a curve right outside the entrance to the corridor he looked down upon the city, it was a great spot to find great picking to, he would look up and down the streets form his high perch on the kingdom and look for bakers and house wife's leaving food unattended, of course this would be considered stealing, but they had homes and he had nothing, he was almost twenty and he still had no house, no roof over his head when he slept. He did have a shambled piece of would though, and clothes that made him look like one of the night assassin's that frequently visited this side of town. closing his eyes he collected his thoughts letting them wonder around and form new ideas, time to rest up a bit!