The Town of Kigengeto(Origins Gate)

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Chapter 1:
This story takes place in the land of Fiore, a large not so isolated town named Kigengeto, although most the inhabitants of the area have taken to calling the town the Geto. It is a gateway, to new opportunities for mages and average citizens of Fiore alike. And like every new opportunity, there is the chance of darkness and failure even in the most obscure of places.

However there is one place in Geto that once never seemed down or dreary, the very heart of the town, the appropriately named guildhall of Obsidian Heart ( オブシディアン · ハート Obushidian· hāto ), rival guild to the power hungry Ebony Blade ( エボニーブレード Ebonīburēdo ). Both guilds are where all the mages of the town converge if their accepted into either, the latter guild proving the most popular as they’re provided the larger jobs and publically the most elite mages this part of Fiore. Obsidian heart is slowly being run into the ground by their once rival, once being of equal strength, now at the very best they are provided applications for minor tasks the Obsidian Heart reject. Once having over a hundred different mages, they now have a dwindling twenty to thirty.

And yet, even the smallest of hearts beat on to live if they believe hard enough. And that is what has attracted the attention of former council agent, Dax Lock. A medium sized man, dressed in jeans and a V-neck white shirt, nothing standing out particularly about him. He's only 21 years of age and yet he is the first step to the turning around of the Guild, and greater unforeseen problems.

The streets of Kigengeto are filled with crowds of people on this day of the festival, the most powerful guild for miles around making a show of their power in spectacles as independent mages challenge their members in various competitions and tournaments. Colours and streamers fill Dax’s view even more so than the people, he smirks, noting their cheerful tones and excited nature. A childs streamer hits him in the face and he laughs it off moving through the crowds that seem to reluctantly part around him. Every so now and again he reaches a somewhat calm of the storm, little clearings where people almost seem negated from moving through, and even less often he’d stand there for a moment basking in the summer sun. His large family ring glints in the light as he turns around getting his bearings. “Huh, it’s like all the people have gobbled up the signs..” He chuckles lightly looking for anything that might give him direction.

Suddenly there’s some sort of commotion behind him as voices both get louder and hush at the same time, his tiny pocket of air littered with sunlight suddenly becomes much smaller as the crowd parts towards him. People moving out the way and providing a path for someone Dax can’t quite make out. He pushes his way through the people, granting him a couple grunts from various citizens. As he reaches the front he catches glimpses of the cause of commotion, a tall man dressed in a undone blackened and thin trench coat with ponytailed brown hair. Dax can make out mutterings around him, alot of them discrediting. “That’s Obsidian hearts only S-class!” Someone calls out, only to be answered by laughter “Think those lamoes are gonna challenge Ebony again this year?” a thirty or so year old woman calls out, met by more laughter and several denying statements.

Dax smirks and breaks into the already closing path. He half jogs, half sprints to catch up with the tall rugged but cheerful looking man. Seemingly oblivious to the mutterings and comments made about him and his guild. The man appears to have his head held high, looking at the tops of trees or eyes following the movements of birds flying past as he continues to stroll unhindered by the masses of people that for some reason do everything in their power to stay out the way.

The tall man stops suddenly and turns his head to the side to face Dax who catches his breath not saying a word and stopping dead in his tracks. “You’re not following me are you?” He asks casually.

“No.. well yes. You see-“

“Oh?” He replies before Dax can say anymore he turns and keeps walking. “You’d best keep up then.” Dax blinks completely baffled, already the path in front of him begins closing up and he has to run yet again to get ahead of the closing tide of bodies.