Cid (working title) - Prologue. Prologue

Prologue

It was a roasting summer’s day outside. Cid mopped the sweat from his brow and second-guessed wearing his ever-present knit beanie to class. His cotton clothing was thankfully cooler, but the combat boots were not. He could feel the trickles of sweat on his feet and it made him hasten his steps.

He scowled and saw the throngs of students around him enter the building in front of him.

A shoulder brushed past him, so close he could smell the guy’s aftershave.

“Sorry, dude.” He said as he ran ahead.

Whatever. Cid closed ranks in on himself; he hated for anyone to touch him. Ever. Why did this school have to be so damn crowded?

Oh right, he had a full scholarship. But it came with a hitch.

Economics class. What the fuck do I need this for?

With a grunt and a groan, Cid begrudgingly made his way to the majestic building. It was very old-style in architecture; covered with actual beige stone and punctuated with copper roofing which had long since turned to patina. The stone steps, which had to kept up meticulously given the hordes of people who ran up and down them on a daily basis, were an easy three strides for Cid.

He really just wanted to get his art degree and move on.

Or away.

Far away.