This is the first seen of my third book, titled "What Harm Could They Be?"
About this creation
Chapter 1- Odjer’s Jewels
The room looked as though it was built to intimidate common people, or so Phaestas thought. To people now it would appear just to be a common, rather ancient church without pews. However, Phaestas was accustomed to very small, adobe houses scattered across the desert in little clumps of villages.
Now, he was standing in front of the ruler of their village, known as Alik. The room had wooden floors, a very uncommon thing, with small stone pillars on either side. The walls were wooden, but there was stone on all four corners, held together by mud. This feature made the building strong compared to any other building in the village.
“This is the boy!” The Ruler shouted as Phaestas was dragged into the room, “This small boy is the one that so ‘cunningly’ stole my jewels?”
Phaestas was not actually all that small; he was actually a height of 18 minus. To you this may sound like a strange height, but it was the common way of telling height in Phaestas’ time. The system was rather simple; the average height of people in the day was 100 Units (around 6 feet 3 inches), and if you where above that in height you would be however many you are above it in height. For example, supposing you were 112 in height, then you would be 12 plus in height. So Phaestas was 8 Minus, he would be 92 in height (about 5 feet 8 inches).
“How did you do it?” the ruler demanded as Phaestas was flung to the ground at his feet, “how!”
“I-I-I-I, didn’t! I s-s-s-swear!” Phaestas was a rather skilled liar, and acting scared was something he could do well. The ruler in Alik was known for having a bad temper, so he needed to make sure not to push his buttons.
“Three people say they saw you running from my house 2 hours before the sun was set, with a small bag, the evening before my jewels where stolen!” the ruler said, as red as could be.
“That makes no sense, your majesty. I get out of my apprenticeship only half an hour before then, there is no way I could get there before then!” Phaestas had no difficulty acting shocked, even though he knew those three people personally. It was all apart of the plan.
“You took a horse!” The ruler said.
“I own no horse, and you said yourself that they had seen me running from your house, not riding!”
“Then you ditched the horse.”
“You would have found it by now.”
“You returned it to the owner!”
“No one within 50 kilo-units has a horse!” (That’s a little over 10 miles)
The ruler thought for a moment. When he could think of nothing, Phaestas added to his argument.
“Besides, if I were to be so stupid as to steal from the great and powerful Odjer I would do it in the dead of night!”
The ruler like being called “great” and “powerful”, and he liked hearing his name, but he still had no one to punish.
“Then who did those three people see running?” he asked.
This was actually a fair question, especially from a rather dim-witted ruler.
“I am not sure, your majesty, but I know it was not me!”
I am too good at lying for my own good, Phaestas thought, grimly. He was tired of lying.
Odjer stroked his chin. He had really wanted to lock someone up, but it was clear to him that this boy had done nothing. Just one thing nagged at him though, who had been the boy running? He made a mental note to figure out later, then said, “You are free to go, but if you ever figure out who it was, I will reward you greatly!”
Both Phaestas and Odjer knew that he would receive no such reward, but Phaestas replied, “Yes, your highness,” just to be safe.
Phaestas was hauled to his feet by two guards and dragged to the door, upon which he was flung out of. This was in no way necessary, but Odjer liked to watch it anyhow.
About an hour later Phaestas and his friend, Haestes, walked into a small house. The house was just like any other; small fire place, a table with chairs and two bunk beds- a very basic house.
Four men were sitting around the table, playing a betting game. Phaestas did not know the name of the game, or how to play it, nor did he want to. He had seen enough men lose everything they had from it.
Phaestas dropped a small bag down onto the table. It sounded a fair amount like a bag of rocks. At first the men appeared surprised and a little angry that their game had been interrupted. Then the leader smiled greedily as he opened it. He poured the contents onto the table. A few small precious stones rolled out, followed by small chunks of gold and silver; the rulers jewels. It was a surprising amount, considering how the town only had about 200 people in it to pay the taxes.
“Well done, boys.” The biggest one, also the leader, said as he grinned at them.
Phaestas made no facial expression. He tried to hide his disgust. The man’s grin looked more threatening, as if to say, “because if you didn’t do well, we’d have to kill you”.
The man chuckled then handed both of the boys a small bag of silver, their share of the loot.
“Now don’t be late for tomorrow!” the man said, as the two boys left.
Here are pictures of the scene~
Please rate and comment! I personally think this is my best interior yet!