TITLE: Shield & Crocus
GENRE: Adult Fantasy
The blare on my alarm bracelet shatters my quiet morning of work, so I strap on my belt of artefacts, don my longcoat, and dive off of the balcony of my apartment. I catch my grapple line on the worn gargoyle across the street. It grabs and holds, and I begin swinging my way across the city.
Even taking the high road over roofs and towers, swinging whenever possible, it takes almost a half-hour to reach the district of Audec's Bowels in the south-center of the city.
We can't be everywhere, not with so few of us and the city so large. The Shields live spread out between the five domains to minimize the delay in our response, but when a Spark-storm erupts, we're often too late. Often times, all we do is clear the rubble and prevent the terrified citizens from lashing out at the new Spark-touched.
I follow the red light in Blurred Fists' gem, serving as a compass pointing me to my fellow Shield's location. As I swing down the refuse-filled alley between two ruined buildings to avoid a group of sentries, I hear Sarii's voice in my mind, rehashing an old argument.
“Why do we even bother, Wonlar? We'll never win, we're always too late. How many people do we really help? More than you've gotten killed in your crusade."