The city of Greede, a terrible place to be brought up if you werenâ€™t rich enough or gained enough influence or power to settle yourself within the two major levels of such a damnable city, the fact is that Greede, is a lie and in fact follows the nature of pure Chaos and misery in the lower levels of Greede but of course you already knew that didnâ€™t you? Why else would you be here? After all this is your tale I speak of and everything is going to change just by you being here, for better or for worse. Greede is known as the monarch of freedom and riches where anything goes for those who can buy, the rules are made as they go along, however there is of course law and order and even public execution for those who commit crimes against nature and humanity in the good name of the city, a name known as Lord Richard Sphinx, a gentleman by name and a noble by pleasure and gain but how he came into power was a total mystery but the way he handles himself and the safety of Greede is also something to not question, rather just accept the facts and live with them.<br/><br/><br/>The first level of the city which common folk refer to as "The basement, "Lower town" or "Dust town" is a place of violence, hatred and just pure low life scum. Only the brave traverse Dust town and its people because of the four main crime lords that reside in the area and make Dust town a Hell on Earth, in fact you could refer Greede as a Hell on Earth with Dust town being Hell the second level known as â€œThe common quartersâ€ or â€œVicarageâ€ as Earth due to the populace being more civil with each other and where business begins with law abiding citizens. Where schools are raised and education brims with work to where the â€œcommon manâ€ stations himself a living and knowing one truth, that if they work hard enough and make a certain amount of money they can be moved up to the top level of the city. A place where everyone wants to be at, this part of the city is known as â€œThe Diamond Quarterâ€ or â€œHavenâ€. This place is where the finest minds, richest men and women and nobility reside making their laws as they go along with their life span to make others lives difficult for their own gain or entertainment. Infinite amounts of parties are spent here whilst they drown themselves in liquids of exotic and extravagant tastes to which most would die for a mere taste.<br/><br/><br/>Their palaces are seen even from Dust town, their lights light up the midnight skies as banquets, feasts and celebrations are held for many nights. It is here that the main force of societies protection are held, to safe guard their own money that they attain from these self centred pigs of nobility. Lesser forces of the law are placed within the confines of Vicarage and hardly any law is fixed within Dust town. These three main levels are split off by gigantic gates; those with security clearance via a tag on the wrist or notification of an officer with influence are allowed to pass such gates. These gates are placed at the centre of each entrance of Greede making a path as they go higher and higher to the Diamond Quarter, walls follow around to secure the law and make sure no stragglers are found in the wrong side of their designated spots. The way one may be able to get higher into the city is clearance by legal means or bribery.<br/><br/>There is a way outside the city to where a grand forest surrounds the place. One way is to take a train from the outter rims of the city, mainly Vicarage, the other is to take a air craft and simply fly out. However the forests brim with wild life that are mainly based as carnivores however it is more of a Haven in the forests than Dust Town.<br/><br/>The Vicarage is the social part of the city where schools, businesses and casual spots of the city reside from bars to betting areas, cinemas to bowling alleys and even few nice spots of the city where the lights can be seen from way up high in the Diamond quarters, it is here you reside you are allowed to go into Dust town considering you have clearance but the Diamond quarters are off limits to you, it is where you either want to get to or merely live out your life as it is, perhaps you donâ€™t want to be here and wish to find a way out? But the truth is my friend; you being here in the first place are going to change everything.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>William had been travelling via trains for about an hour now and all that came to mind was the clattering as the train came around the bends. The man was reading a newspaper at the time of a murder that took place in Dust town, of course there was nothing new there but all the same it was disheartening for a life to be lost in such a miserable place. Why the authority didnâ€™t come down from their high and mighty Diamond Quarter was beyond William, the fact that injustice was taking place within such a horrible area was also beyond him.<br/><br/><br/>Why people even inhabit such a place was once again, beyond him, but he tried to temper himself as his body wriggled around in the squeaky seat in an attempt to rush the frustration out by movement. He turned his head to the left, his gaze falling upon an old woman who held tightly to her bag as if it could be taken away from her at any moment. He was a writer and as an analysis, he could see she was uncomfortable with the fact she was on a train alone with many strangers sitting near her or opposite her. Or perhaps it was that the man sitting opposite her was also starring into the poor womanâ€™s line of sight, like he was going to hold her hostage or something dramatic to stop the train from moving.<br/><br/><br/>That was the last thing he needed as William was already late for work, his writers block had finally cleared up and he had something to write for the obits section within the papers. A part from writing the dearly departedâ€™s story he also wrote books and was in hopes of finishing his latest one. The name was privy but still he never minded to gesture to the fact that the title was a good one, at least to his own eyes, â€œCross Roadsâ€ a clichÃ© name to most writers but to William it was special. The everyday lives we live in and the people we see are considered a cross roads that destiny entwines on a later occasion, a odd thought or a prospect that was examined, it was all up to the reader.<br/><br/><br/>The time was about 11:27AM and the young writer had to make it at Vicarageâ€™s square for 11:30AM, there was no way he was going to make it. The square was a huge assortment of buildings, corner shops, small lakes and ponds as well as priceless views if you could make them during the different hours of the day. Still the fact remained that William wasnâ€™t going to make it but he sure as Hell would try. Leaping off the train as it landed at Vicarage Square, the man with his jacket flying in the currents of the air as he sprinted through the platform and past the barriers throwing his ticket within the gate lock to allow him entry to the main plaza, he looked around with bright eyes, pressing his right index finger against his glasses up the bridge of his nose whilst he attempted to locate where he was supposed to be working, did I mention this was his first time?