It was allready 6 hours in the carriage. With a pale look upon my face I was staring out of the window with hopes to see the city which in some time I will proudly call my Home. But alas the horizon was still cruel - showing nothing but tree-tops. Finally despondency took a hold of me and memories of my dreams started to come back to me. As I child I wished to make myself a Name in the main cities of The Middle Ages. I wished to be respected by my friends and to be feared by my enemies. I wished to be a brave and a noble warrior who's name would have been spoken by every living soul... Foolish me. My attempts to be allocated from the gray mass were vain. So here I am riding the carriage to a newborn city willing once again to make myself a name.
"Wake up, we are here." - a voice flew through my ears and I slowly opened my eyes. The picture that had appeared before me astonished me. A majestic City was surrounding me. The buildings were as magnificent as the City itself. I was nearly overwhelmed with the power that this City generated. Finally, when I came to my sences, I saw people walking along cobble-stone roads to the biggest building, even a castle I would say that I later would find out was called the "Fight Club". With no hesitations I followed the people to this magnificent structure.
"What is that? And why are all of you going there" - I asked.
"You are not the brightest one, eh? We all came here with one purpose - to make ourselves a Name." - the nearest person replied.
"So what is that place called" - I continued.
"It is the Fight Club and as you may know you have to fight to be known" - the same person replied.
"Well, that makes sense to me"
Till this day, after many of battles, I still haven't made a Name for myself. But it doesn't matter now, since I'm a part of something much bigger.
This something is a group of people... A group of people who proudly call themselves the Citizens of New Capital City
Mood: sleepy
Music: Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower
Sweet!! 
