Lemurick pt9

Lemurick had not gone too far when he began to see glimpses of a whole other part to the city he had lived in. (Actually, this was originally part of the city-but it was so different and so much better that the citizens of this part refused to claim the other half and made it an entirely separate city). His heart beat faster, this city was clean and bright and busy. People rushed everywhere, clearly headed to important appointments. How different it was from the other city, where people strolled about lazily and ran in packs in search of fun and happiness. Here everyone seemed to be the god of their own personal world, they rarely acknowledged each other's existence. "What power!" Lemurick thought. These people trade with all the world and hold the lives of hundreds, even thousands in their hands. Like a hunting wolf lusts for more blood after he has tasted it, Lemurick hungrily basked in the world of success and dreamed of the power and glory he would gain for himself. Fortunately for Lemurick, he had been taught well by his father that fortunes are not gained over night. He knew he would have to work very, very hard to live at the top. So he started at the bottom, he got a job that matched his degree and snatched at every new opening and chance for promotion. He became adept at manipulation and acting. He could breeze through any interview, provided they didn't look at his qualifications. Rejected time and again for good jobs, Lemurick resorted to forging and doctoring important documents. He learned that for the right price, you could find people who could work all kinds of magic. He was now on the fast track to success: money. Money meant power and power meant greatness. Maybe Lemurick wasn't so ordinary after all.