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A few days had passed since the birth of Featureless Village. Having forgotten about it entirely, King Fulp neglected to sign the demolition papers, and thus it survived for the time being. The town thrived with life, people coming and going all hours of the day. However, its increasing population led way to increased crime; being a new village, it lacked a proper guard, and thus criminals came and went with the crowds, and discontent grew.
“We need more guards”, stated Sir Bahamut, a royal guard. His voice bellowed with such ferocity, it was as if he was breathing fire. “What of the recruits from Beebeeus?”
“They’re still in training”, remarked Sir Asandir, another guard.
Bahamut paced around the room, a distraught look on his face. “Training, training… how long must they train before they’re ready? We need them now!”
“Why not recruit some townsfolk?” Asandir proposed, looking out the window. He glanced at a thief running off with a satchel. Another man chased him, in cold pursuit. In an instant the man caught up, and the next moment the thief was on the floor, the man atop him, striking swiftly and silently like a blizzard.
“Bah. Who would agree to such a thing?”
“I think I know just the man who would” said Asandir, playfully.
The next day, flyers were hung all about the village. “Don’t be a bard – join the Town Guard!” was printed in large letters on every flyer, with a large black blob at the bottom which was supposed to be a sword and shield but was omitted due to issues with the kingdom next door. Bahamut stood silent at his post as per usual while Asandir sat in the lobby of the tower, eagerly awaiting a visit from eager townsfolk ready to swear their lives to the order. Hours past, and the only thing that went in and out of the building was the wind. Finally, the door opened, and Asandir jerked awake, wiping the drool off his face and welcoming the mail carrier. Afterward a man walked into the room, somewhat tall in stature and wearing sunglasses despite being inside and sunglasses not being invented yet. He sat in the chair in front of the desk, and began to speak.
“I’m here to apply for the position on the guard”, he said with a deep and loud voice which seemed to be trying a bit too hard to sound intimidating. “Is there still an opening?”
“You’re in luck”, said Asandir, smirking. “We’ve got one spot left. Have you got what it takes?”
The man’s face remained unchanged. “Do I get the job or not?”
“Alright, alright, you’ve got it. Yeesh, lighten up, would ya? By the way, I’ll need your name.”
“The name’s Blizzard”, he said, a tad overdramatically. “Gory Blizzard.”
From that day forth, Gory loyally served his duty. No criminal could cross his path without being punished, and he stayed at his post all hours of the day, silently watching, waiting for anyone foolish enough to break the law on his watch. This of course greatly lowered crime rates in the city, though Gory’s rule became a bit imposing. The village having no formal set of rules outside the general laws of the kingdom, Gory drafted an enormous document of village-specific laws. Though he upheld these laws with an iron fist, the other knights weren’t so enthusiastic, and the villagers themselves became rather begrudged to Gory’s strict zero-tolerance policies. They were grateful for the lack of crime, however, and there was a more pressing issue already at hand.
“This town is crimeless by day, but lawless at night!”, exclaimed Floff, a girl from the village. Her bloodshot eyes glared resolutely at Bahamut. “We need a knight lig-, er night knight!”
“What do you want us to do? The recruits are still in training, only one person showed up to volunteer, there’s no one else left to--”
A loud yawn cut him off, as a man who was laying on the floor, somehow unnoticed by either of the two until now, got up and stretched out his arms. “Ugh… what time is it?” the man asked, his voice somewhat sluggish yet timid.
“It’s around one”, said Floff, still somewhat surprised.
“That late?” he asked, somewhat surprised himself. “I can never get used to this three-hour time difference. I came from the great land of Socalius in the far west, you see, where the sun rises and sets much later than here, but my internal clock never seems to adjust. So I wake up three hours after everyone else, and fall asleep three hours later.”
Bahamut’s eyes lit up, as he saw the strangely convenient opportunity lying- rather, standing, before him. “What is your name, young man?”, he inquired.
“The name’s Jay”, the man replied. “Jay Gat--, wait, sorry, wrong script. Just call me Jay.”
“Alright Jay, welcome to the Town Guard!”, Bahamut bellowed with hearty laughter.
“Oh, alright, thanks… wait, what?”
Despite being suddenly thrown into the force, Jay worked as best he could to uphold the safety of the town at night. His policy was rather lenient in comparison to Gory’s, but he still managed to fulfill his duty, and earned the trust of the townsfolk due to his mellow and kind nature. The two knights, Gory and Jay, became the heads of the Featureless Village knights, and Bahamut, who was called back to the main village of Beebeeus, left them to lead the defense themselves, sure that the village was in safe hands. For the most part, he was right. However, the worst was yet to come.
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