Growing up in the capitol was a hard thing to do. Few people lived the luxurious lives that came to the minds of most people when they thought of life there. The majority lived in small rooms, often sharing houses among several families. They worked hard and earned more money than they would at similar jobs in small villages, but they also had to pay more for the necessities of life. They even had to pay for water since the only access to it was through the aqueduct system. The narrow streets were always crowded with bodies and often with refuse as well. Some of the bodies in the streets were those of people with no other place to lie down. People came for the promise of a better life and stayed because they couldn't afford to leave.

Those who did grow up there didn't know any other way of life. They accepted the life they had and sometimes dreamed of getting away to the country. One particular young woman who had always lived in the city held that dream. She wanted to escape the city and live in the woods where she would never have to deal with crowded streets again. As it was, she had to help support her family. Like so many others, her parents couldn't afford to provide for their children unless those children started working as soon as they were able.

The young man came from a large village. The roadways were often busy with coaches and small carts carrying people through the streets. He was tall for his age, or any age for that matter, and it showed all the more because of his gaunt frame. His head was filled with dreams and ideas that were never shared with even his friends, of which he had few. He whiled away his days with all manner of activities, though none brought him any income so he apprenticed at a job he did not intend to spend the rest of his life at despite what his employers seemed to think. His mind was always looking to plans that seldom came to fruition. Eventually, he left his village in search of his dreams of joining the Inventor’s Guild. He was going to take his fate into his own hands and finally make reality of his plans.

He had always dreamed of becoming a top inventor, employed by a noble to create new things that could make life better for everybody in the land. It was said that the top inventors of the guild had created a chariot that didn't need horses. He was even more ambitious. He wanted to mimic the birds and take to the air. Growing up in his village, nobody understood his dreams and nobody believed the Inventor’s Guild ever really made useful creations. If they did, it certainly never got that far away from the capitol. And so he grew up alone in the middle of a crowd. Unable to relate to the people around him. As he walked away from everything he had ever known he felt no regret. The few people he had spoken to regularly had all left to make fortunes in other places. Now it was his turn.

Once upon a time there was a land where magic was real, but rare. It wasn't any of that fakey sorcery type stuff. It was the kind of deep magic that changes destinies. Nobody knew where it came from or why it worked the way it did. Most people never even witnessed it and those who did seldom recognized it. It was a part of the very fabric of the world.

Many people in this land had ceased to believe in things like magic. That didn't make it any less real though. This is the story of that magic. Or rather, a small part of that story that revolves around two people who were touched by it.

And so it begins

The Inventors Guild is a blog for an ongoing story that I'm writing. I'm writing the story a few paragraphs at a time, so it lends itself to a blogging format. I hope to update the blog with a few new paragraphs each week. I may not be able to keep that up over time but it's my goal.

Each Post after this one will consist of only the story. I may edit this post from time to time to reflect things happening with the writing of the story or other notable things. I hope you enjoy the story, and always feel free to comment and discuss. Comments are open to registered users only to avoid random spambots.