A beautiful dawn crests the city's buildings.

The smell of gunpowder and slagged stone flowed through the streets.

With the shop owners continuing their business, sleep is only occasionally interrupted during the night.

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Those from its city call this place a disaster waiting to happen,

yet can it not be called home for those who brave its streets?

For me, it is a place far from the abuse I shouldered,

A realm underneath the perspective of those who could not understand.

Others may find it to be a horrible life to endure here among its alleys,

To hope that every day will not be your last,

But I find it to be a calming experience,

Where expectations are left in the dirt beyond the expected etiquette observed.

This city is full of fascinating people and just waiting for their stories to be told,

It is not hard to find a place that would be suitable for me in this realm,

Even to the extent, that I have carved out a small niche in this city's economy.

Though I am only a pawn in the grand scheme here, that is fine.

I can settle for being a pawn compared to being the black sheep.

When the ones I care for arrive, I can give them the life they deserve. To have a colorful yet fulfilling life.

Thoughts of 'Flag of Conquerer's.'