An excerpt of
Chapter 1 – The People Must Eat
From the manuscript, "Morningstar"
Riley Morningstar hurried along the busy streets of the port
town, Chivalice. Of course, she was running late. She almost always forgot to
turn the curtain over before she went to bed. It was very hard for the girl to
wake up when her room was still pitch black. In fact, it was all but
impossible. She always seemed managed to get on the dock boss’ bad side. Today
was the third time Riley was running late for work this week, and her boss was
sure to give her fits about this one. He’s even threatened to fire Riley if she
was ever late again.
Riley was a gorgeous young lady. Her
crimson hair hung at her shoulders, even though it was being held back with a
cord in a ponytail. It shone brilliantly in the morning sun. Riley’s eyes were
as green as the greenest emerald, and her milk-like complexion brought out the
best of them. She had a beautiful face; her lips, and eyes, had made her the
recipient of many compliments. Riley’s curves were the perfect match to her beauty.
Her thighs and hips turned many men’s
heads. Riley wasn’t the biggest of girls up top, but she made up for it
everywhere else. Riley’s abdominal, and arm muscles were finely tuned thanks to
being a fisherman. Riley was well known across Chivalice for her good
looks.
The truth is Riley hated fishing. Why couldn’t have her
father, Visto, insisted she be sent away to the university with her friends? It
was unjust that she was to be held back for no better reason than her father
just could not bear to see her leave. It’s not that she wasn’t intelligent;
Riley was the favorite pupil of most of her school teachers. Her father’s own
selfishness was what held her here in this stench-filled gutter called a town.
Ever since her mother had passed away, her father had been acting odd. After
all, he did let her older sister Isabel leave to the university. Riley just
couldn’t understand why she was the one who had to stay. It was so unfair that it
infuriated her to think about it. She loved her father dearly, but there was
contempt building for the way he acted like she was a child. So Riley fished.
Ducking and dodging
people, Riley weaved her way through the gawking masses down to the docks. Chivalice
was a busy town, to say the least. Narrow streets were packed to the brim with
hawkers and peddlers. Mothers dragged their children along from street vendor
to street vendor hustling through the town market. The buildings were tall;
some had three or four levels, and all were packed to capacity with residents.
Although the town’s buildings were large and plentiful, Chivalice was quite a
poor town. Their sole export was fish, and even Chivalians grew tired of the
taste of fish. Families lived in houses of ten or more, and their homes were
seldom more than just one room in one of the city’s large buildings. Chivalice
was renowned for its poverty, and for its abundance of people. Most other
countries considered Chivalice a country of lawless thieves, who were good for
nothing more than spreading fish around the world. The town was a large hill
with many small circular streets. All of the streets circled down the long hill
toward the docks, and most curled back around and up the hill. The main avenues
were cobbled stone, and the side streets were little more than packed clay. The
small side streets connected each avenue to the next, and it almost looked as
if the town of Chivalice was a giant spider web cast over a large hill.
Riley saw plenty of children without parents running around
as well. Groups of twenty or more kids ran the streets, and no local made the
mistake of thinking the kids were harmless. Grungy kids, with rags for clothes,
and greasy hair dominated the side streets down by the docks. Sweat ran down
their faces leaving a trail of cleanliness behind a mask of dirt that looked
most cynical on those small, grinning faces. Some of them had decent shoes on
their feet, but usually only because some poor sap had left them unguarded.
When both of a child’s parents were fishermen, then
sometimes that child would be left an orphan. It was a dangerous job. Only,
there were no orphanages in Chivalice. These groups of children recruited new
young orphaned children, and when joined together these kids were a formidable
force to be reckoned with. They called themselves grunts, and were widely
considered their own guild in Chivalice. The only difference being, the guilds
actually paid their taxes. It was really sad that these children knew no better
of how to live. They made due on what little they could grab from purses, and
what food they could snatch out of the town market. Riley had always considered
herself an outcast, but seeing the grunts
was always a reassurance.
“Mornin’ Riley! Looks like you’re running late again. You
better just give it up, Skylar told us that if you were late one more time, he
was going to send you home and let one of us have your job. Said, least he
always knew where to find us.” The leader of this particular group of grunts was Ruben, and he was the only one of
his group that talked amongst anyone but themselves. Riley had always thought
they were actually quite creepy little children. The others just fixed their
eyes on Riley, watching her every move.
“Don’t start with me Ruben. I’m not in the mood for your
pestering me already. It would probably do you some good to get a real job,
anyway. You bunch of sea lice. At least then you’d pay back your debt to
society,” Riley said, scolding the young ruffian.
“If I had a job, I wouldn’t be able to take care of my kids,”
Ruben exclaimed with his chest puffed out. He did look rather ridiculous. Ruben
was a tall boy of about ten years. His cut off jeans were ragged and came down
just below his knees. He was wearing a dingy red vest, and a sailor’s cap that
looked like he had picked it out of the garbage and placed it on his head. “Besides,
I thought I told you not to worry about us. We can take care of ourselves just
fine.”
“Ruben, you’re not even wearing any shoes,” Riley said with
a chuckle. With that, the whole group of kids was laughing hysterically. It was
good they found a sense of humor in their situation. No one else did.
“Never mind that, Riley. When are we going to go to old man
Irving’s swamp and catching some frogs together? You promised us,” said Ruben.
It made Riley’s heart melt seeing the genuine dissatisfaction on young Ruben’s
face. It was cute that a boy as ruthless as Ruben was known to be could also be
so free spirited. Riley could tell that he badly wanted to be a normal boy, and
have a normal family. He was such a good heart to have to grow up in this
lifestyle.
“Well, first I need to worry about getting to work. I need
my job, Ruben. I might just end up running with you grunts anyway.” With that,
Riley was headed off down to the docks.
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