In the Beginning....
He had once been someone.
No, more than just someone. He had been someone important. Someone others looked to for guidance. Someone others looked for answers. Someone others had considered significant in the tapestry of this world, and the flow of time through it, and the happenings that transpired in it. He had once been named, once had connections, a family, a past.
All gone.
He had been down in the sewers for some time, trying to find , something, at first he had told himself he was looking for tools, at others food, but just mapping out the city, what was left of the city, town, certainly not a village, had occupied most of his time. He was certainly still interested in tools. If he could begin to repair parts of the place, “Salvanas”, yes that had been its name, then he could attract… something.
Something good, or something bad, he could not say. Still it seemed like a better course of action than simply waiting for who knew what to happen. He had been hungry from time to time, but not for food, but something else. He couldn’t say what that something was and it bothered him. Too many things bothered him.
He had been here for two months he believed, although keeping track of time was difficult. He found him near where the sewer system met the river , or rather he could hear it through the walls where he floated. That river had once been called “Tears of the crescent,” in the trade tongue, and before that “Kwashu” back when the Empire of Adujeni had held sway. Before that it had been called “Agnanana,” for the Goddess that had supposedly ruled it, under the belief of the ancient Azterue.
How did he know that?
He wasn’t sure.
If he could hear the river though, then the purification systems and transfer pumps should be around here somewhere, right?
Back to the search, but be careful not to touch the walls, something seemed wrong about the walls, or something on the walls, but what? Too many questions. Keep searching.