As the cart reaches the walls the sun just got tired enough to fall down from the sky. The cityguards were so desolate they just let the wagons and the cart into the city and slowly - maybe they were already asleep - closed down the gates.
The city was still awake, the market square had still the life of a true free king's town. The dark multi-store houses made the streets more darker as the sun finally reached it's bed. In the far eastern sky of the city were ruled by the great towers of the temples. The air were full of food and shit sphere. The street-childs was running by and a guard wants to catch 'em. - They stole a bread - The cart went towards a huge gate made by steel and marble.
A huge plaza was rounded by guards just before the marble gate. As the slaves pulled slowly the cart one of them slapped to face and the wooden arthitectured cart stopped. A guard begun to laugh when suddenly a pack of dirty clothed children passed by the cart smashing it and trying to grab it's silk cover. As the guards rant to catch 'em a screaming hurl wave of knifes crushed through the air, the silk and the wooden cart...
