The snow fell softly on the metal grating, sliding through the diamond gaps of the floor and dropping to the ground below. Abel looked over the side of the balcony, watching the people walking around below. Lowtown, the working class district of Auril, was in full bloom.
He wrapped his tattered cloak tightly around his body to keep the freezing chill from his bones whilst waiting for Leon, his new partner. This was to be his first mission as a new member of the Order of Terra, but he had no information about the mission, as Leon was to be his commanding officer. A single white bird flew through the small gap between the concrete spires of the tower across from him.
The footsteps of a hundred people echoed through the area as they walked along the road suspended above Abel, who turned around and walked to the wall on the other side of the walkway. A large graffiti painting was spread across the concrete depicting an image of an Emperor's Guard member beaten to the ground.
“There really is a lot of bad feeling against the Church here.”
A deep, rumbling voice shocked Abel into turning around. A relatively tall but slender man with gray hair stood in front of him, wrapped in the same style of cloak as Abel. He stretched out his hand and nodded in a polite manner.
“My name is Leon. You must be Abel?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. So tell me, why do you want to join us? What is it that makes you, personally, hate the Church?”
Abel shuffled on the spot as Leon spoke. His hands were dry and his body tightened. Shaking his head slightly and tilting it down to look at the metal walkway, he breathed heavily.
Leon's eyebrows raised and his head tilted to the left. Abel rubbed his eyes with his hands, breathed again and lifted his head back up.
“I'm sorry, but I don't really remember much about my past.”
Leon smiled a little, chuckled and shook his head before nodding, his hair flicking over his face. He took out a handgun from under his cloak and handed it to Abel, the brass cogs and the metalwork design made it look very ornate with a brown casing.
“You will need this,” he said. “Its a standard issue handgun for the Order.”
Abel stared at the handgun, but gave it back with a polite smile. Pulling his cloak away from his body, he revealed a long sword with cogs and wheels around the hilt.
“I prefer to use this, sir, if that's alright.”







