As he approached the gate, Setsukei felt himself swell in nervous emotions. His hands were shaking, causing small beads of perspiration to fall freely. His eyes darted back and forth, from the massive gate and back to the armored guards who watched it. Drawing nearer, he realized that his hand still held the makeshift weapon he treasured so dearly. Not willing to risk losing it, he removed his pack from his back and safely stored it back where it belonged. He drew up his pack and once more approached the monolithic gates.
When Setsukei got within fifteen feet of the gate he was stopped by a guard whose outfit was adorned in decorative symbols and stones alike. The man demanded of Setsukei to show identification. Setsukei however possessed nothing of which could prove his background as he described it. Dismayed, he pleaded with the man to allow him passage through the gates. He couldn't describe it, but he knew that that is where he must go.
Minutes passed, but it felt more like days to young Setsukei. Finally the man asked Setsukei to wait there while he searched out advice from a higher up. He left Setsukei standing there, surrounded by the curious eyes of the other guards. Setsukei sighed and allowed himself to sit on the ground as he waited for someone who would allow, or deny, his entrance to whatever lied behind the gates.....
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