72 Why Bother Trying (2/2)

Desmond knew they probably found everything out about him except for the fact he is a soul in someone else's body. What he didn't know was why they didn't kill him already it wasn't like they couldn't. That question perplexed him and after a year he has not come up with a good enough answer so he dropped it.

While Desmond's life was full of hardships and impending death he knew today wasn't suppose to be that day. Today was a day of celebration he is supposed to have with his friends because Desmond has recently finished writing a few books. Which he borrowed from other more talented people in his old world. It wasn't the most honorable thing to do, but Desmond was in need of money and he never wants to be in a situation where no one gets his jokes again.

He was down to a bit over 4000 magic crystals which would not help get him any of the advanced knowledge that he is seeking. Getting it from the city guards is impossible for Desmond and he wanted to get it soon since he is halfway with consolidating his power at the intermediate apprentice rank.

As Desmond thought over the events that happened over the year while holding his chin he walked through the streets of District B. He was heading towards a meeting place Desmond's friends chose beforehand so they can all splurge at a nice bar in District B. In celebration for Desmond finishing his books, he didn't want them to waste their money on him, but everyone insisted.

Desmond had some regrets telling his friends about his writing, but they were most likely going to stick him with the bill anyway so his feeling regarding that diminished. Even though the bar was in District B it wasn't one visited by those of high society it was visited more by members of the city guards and some regular folk who wander inside.

Despite not having to dress up at all Desmond still dressed semi-nice he had on a blue button up short sleeve shirt and black pants. His hair was recently done by a barber he had it done in a classic side part.

Desmond walked down the street to the meeting location with his back straight and head held high feeling as though nothing could get him down. The streets were crowded and bustling with energy as everyone went on with their day. Different kinds of perfume was lingering in the air as people passed by him.

All the different smells made Desmond cough he felt as though everyone around him was deliberately trying to choke him to death. As he got clear of them the crowd for a minute a man wearing a purple button up shirt and black pants caught Desmond's eye.

The man may have mostly gone unnoticed by Desmond, his black hair with green highlights may have drawn Desmond to give him a glance or two, but nothing more. What made that man stand out of the crowd of hundreds was an aura that made him glow. Desmond had never seen anything like it, but he instinctively knew what it was, it was that man's soul.

Everyone else appeared normal it was only that man who glowed in the crowd. Desmond swallowed hard as he guessed who that man was because he had seen so many others when he first entered the world. It was another soul like him Desmond didn't know why he could tell the difference between everyone else, but he was happy that he could because that man was terrifying.

Desmond would love to meet one of the other souls like him and get their story, but not from the man across from him. That man's soul burned with a rage Desmond had never seen before not even Ingram's soul after months of torture looked anything like what Desmond was currently seeing. Despite the soul's ferocity, there was reason to it somehow looked tame.

Desmond not wanting to meet that man tried to sneak away, but he was already found. The man in purple looked like a ferocious beast amongst sheep. Too stupid to realize a deadly predator was standing next to them to Desmond. Seeing the man in purple eyeing him Desmond did a reasonable thing and ran as fast as his legs could take him.