It seemed that his world had been turned upside down that night when Selwyn had been rushed awake by his mother.
"Sel, get up, quickly. Get up!"
"Hmm? What? What's going on?" He asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"You have to get up now, get dressed, come on! We're all in danger!"
The jostling of the carriage pulled Selwyn back to the present. Instinct tightened his grip on the pack he carried on his lap.
"Emrith.." The driver called out.
Selwyn knocked on the side to signal the driver to stop before quickly taking a glance outside the window.
Emrith was a city miles from his home, a place Selwyn had never been. His mother had sent him away with only a bag containing only a heavy tome he had never seen, some clothes and travelling supplies, money, food and a flask of water. There had been no time for his mother to explain why.
"You getting off or not, boy?" The driver had been staring at him, holding the door open.
"Sorry!" Selwyn leapt out keeping tight hold of his bag. "Thank you, can you please tell me the cheapest inn?" He asked nervously, already afraid of his unfamiliar surroundings.
"Try The Stag, boy." The driver scowled down at him from his seat before sended the horses off pulling the carriage down the road.
"And where exactly is that?" Selwyn muttered and hoisted his bag on his shoulder, his grip firm on the strap.
Pushing through the busy afternoon crowd, Selwyn tried to take in the sights and get used to the city's layout.
Emrith was a city built next to a river. Small fishing boats cluttered the port. Up a small flight of stone steps was the market where all kinds of stalls were, selling food, small caged animals, farm produce, tropical foods silks and spices. Surrounding the market were inns, taverns and shops. This was the centre where Selwyn had been dropped off. If he followed the small pathways from the market square, they would take him to the labyrinthine avenues and roads where people lived in their houses.
Four compass roads led out of Emrith. The main north road was over the River Emrith (giving the city it's name) by a stone bridge. The other east, west and south roads led to other villages. If you stoof at the south gates, you had a nice view of the inland forest. If you stood on the Bridge to the north, the Odin moutain range would loom over you, along with Mount Tyran.
Selwyn had only ever seen these landmarks on maps his father drew but now seeing them this close sent a chill of excitment up his spine, despite the anxiety of his situation.
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