Title: Dust and Shadow
Summary: A story from Zongi's POV
Rating: T
Dust and Shadow by Angel of the Odd
"Pulvis et umbra sumus"-Horace, Odes, IV ("We are but dust and shadow")
Introduction:
In this cold, mechanical city, it's easy to forget. The stench of human bodies crowded together in cramped spaces. The sour stench of disease from the infirmaries. The fetid rank of cheap alcohol and cheaper sex in the tavern. These are the scents that permeate Zaibach.
This is a kingdom of outcasts, of lost souls. Broken and bleeding, we came to seek refuge. A place where we could pick up the shattered pieces of our past and move towards the dawn of a glorious new future. Or so we believed. Perhaps, we needed to cling to something, anything, even if in our hearts we knew it was a false ideal. We were desperate to stop the painful flow of memories and, in this cold, mechanical city it's easy to forget.
