Well here is what I have so far. Just a foreword there is some foul language:
The Adept of Argantos
Chapter One: Talking in the Sky
A man in a black trench coat and matching fedora stands on top of a skyscraper, looking outward as a new cold autumn day starts with dark blue giant, Solserth, peeking over the horizon in the west as always, although for the man in black trench coat today was a bittersweet for him. Today, he would become an Adept, an honor bestowed upon only a few people. With that honor, however, came a price.
When a man became an Adept, he would more than likely be alone nearly all the time, working wherever the government needed him, whenever they needed him. Friends would be scarce and rare in his trade, with friendships often ending abruptly, sometimes even violently. Many tales told of two Adepts becoming lovers during a co-operative mission between two city-states, then ending up having to kill the other one less than week later when the mission was over. Even having friends within a city-state was often looked down upon, because more than likely those friends would be kidnapped, tortured, and killed to get to the Adept. Yes, the life of an Adept was one in which death was not only commonplace, it was expected.
"If I only I didn't have this damn curse," the man mumbled to himself was he looked outward, toward Solserth. He sighed as he looked at his right hand covered by a single long piece of white bandage tape wrapped around it. "What good does mopping do? There is no way I can change the past and I’ve gone too deep to turn back now."
“Well that part is obvious.” The man in the black trench coat turns around to see an olive skinned woman wearing a single black-dress, wearing a simple tan coat. He smiles as he realized who it was.
“Veronica,” the man said, his voice touched by some joy. “So you’re finally up.”
Veronica chuckles as she walked up to the man in black. “I don’t get up five in the morning just to watch the sun rise, especially after last night.” Veronica stopped, and straightened the man in black’s collar.
“Drank too much?” he asked as he raised an eyebrow. Veronica stops straightening his collar and punched his shoulder. The man in black gave a small laugh as he turned around to look back at Solserth. Veronica stepped up beside him and looked at the blue giant as well.
“So today is the day Nicholas in which you become Seeker Adept,” Veronica commented as she glanced at Nicholas. Nicholas breathed in and stretched his arms over his head.
“Does it look like I have a choice?” Nicholas was about to add something else before noticing small dots rising in the distance above towers that were much like the one he and Veronica were standing on. “Well seems like Long’s transportation service is starting another day.” A cool breeze brushes the two on the tower.
“Another cold autumn day,” Veronica commented as she grinned. “It is the three hundred sixty-fifth day of the autumn year.”
“I’m going to hate the winter year so much,” Nicholas replied before laughing. Veronica smiles in reply at her friend’s casual manner.
“What did I say?” Nicholas asked as he turned to look at Veronica.
“Seems like the entire death, keeping secrets from family and friends while they are still alive or not your enemy, thing seems to have no effect on you,” Veronica answered while looking at the blimps and airships. “Although what we have been through together, our lives more than likely won’t change.”
“True at that, we have survived Pragatos knows how many wars, survived the streets of Argantos, and survived, scratch that, excelled at the hardest damn training we could get in Argantiian city-state.” There was a long moment of silence.
“Mister Johnson would be proud of me, and completely and utterly shocked at you. Especially after you slept with his daugher,” Veronica added.
Nicholas sighed and replied, “She was a whore. A hot whore. But still a whore.”
Nicholas soon regretted that as Veronica through right hook that knocked him on his ass.
“Sorry, forgot she was your sister,” said as he lay on the ground.
“Yes she was, so I demand you still respect her.”
Nicholas pushed himself up, and sat cross legged, still wearing his fedora. “Veronica, she is dead.”
“No shit.” Veronica’s voice was mixture of frustration, anger, and annoyance.
“You have to let go eventually. They wouldn’t want us mourning after them after all these years.”
“I know.”
Another moment silence followed, as the two looked at new dawn, peaking over the towers of Argantos, each one a giant reaching for the sky. Nicholas got up and turned toward stairwell. Veronica looks at him, her eyes looking to see what he would do next.
“I’m going for a walk,” Nicholas replied before walking down the stairwell.
Chapter 2: The Curse I Hold
Nicholas steps onto the golden yellow carpet of twenty-second floor of The Tower Hotel. He looks down the hallway; the floor and walls matched the carpentry. As Nicholas walked down the hallway, he noticed yet again near insanely perfect symmetry of the hall way. It was a habit of his, always checking each time he went through a place more than twice. Scan, analyze, everything, and everyone, seeing how things have changed and who was there. Maybe it was the training, maybe it was him, maybe it was natural, but for whatever reason he did it. It was part of who he was.
He finally came to his room, number two thousand two hundred fifty nine, pulled out his keycard, and unlocked the door. He opens his door to see his humble and bare room designed in an archaic reminiscence of pre-diesel era with wooden flooring walls, hexagonal chandeliers, and a writing desk for studying and reading which on either side was a pile of books stacked to nearly waist height.
Nicholas sighed as he looked at his large living room, empty besides the chandeliers, and the writing desk. As he entered the room he noticed his window was open, however he knew there was no intruder if someone tried to enter they would more than likely activate a magical trap that would destroy the nerve, cardiovascular systems in a mere blink of an eye.
