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The Meeting
The Meeting
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She was in her usual spot, standing guard over the bridge. Today it was my turn to
guard the other side, where the town hall once stood. The whole of the town was now
just a wasteland of rubble, the result of a huge explosion two years prior.
We'd been tasked with watching over the bridge—one of the few structures left intact
after the blast—and keeping monsters out of the city, while a new town was built from
scratch. That was the job of the "bridgekeepers," the residents who had been given the
right to live there. It was a job only available to those who'd survived the calamity, and
they'd already been living in the city for at least a year before me and the others joined
them.
We bridgekeepers had been assigned to this place by the Kingdom of Altar, the nation
that ruled our region. It was their job to oversee the construction and maintenance of the
bridge and the city beyond it, which meant they were also the ones who decided who
was allowed to live there.
There were many bridgekeepers, but the ones who did most of the work were me and
the other newcomers.
I was told that we had to take this duty seriously. This bridge was the only passage
between the town and the Kingdom, and the first line of defense against any invaders.
"Uhh, but I don't remember seeing you in the dormitory. When did you get here?"
"Oh. Okay."
That was the nature of the job. Some people lived here. Others, like me, were from out
of town. And it seemed she was one of the former.