ACTING LIKE I CARE
Akira had been travelling for months with her friend, Setsurou. The two were headed to a city made completely of glass. It was said to be a magnificent sight that humans rarely ever saw if humans were ever told of it. A city that reflected everything from the rays of the sun and the twinkling stars to the people who walk the streets everyday. It has been rumoured that the city also reflects the future of the planet during solar eclipses. Others have said it was when the planets were aligned. Neither of the travellers knew when or if it was true.

Of course, the city was invisible to all eyes unless you could find the secret entrance. A secret entrance that was hidden by elves, dragons, and goblins. Outsiders were unable to see it and demons, vampires, and the likes were unable to penetrate it's barrier. There was no said way of getting in or how to find the entrance. It is a secret that only the inhabitants of the city know. Even those who trade with the city dwellers know of no way to get in.

One had tried following a client to the entrance. Unknowingly, the man walked right into a trap and was hanged. His body, now reduced to nothing but bones, remains in the gallows outside of the city as a message to anyone else who dares to try what he had. A few others have tried, but they ended up joining him in his hell.

Where did the two learn of this city when it isn't written in any book? Akira's grandfather always prided himself as a storyteller. The one story requested most was the Tale of the Glass City. His stories were told with great care, every word chosen carefully and structured together in a way that just rolled off the tongue. All the children enjoyed listening to his stories. Most of them, however, didn't grow up in search of this mystical and mythical city.

"I'm exhausted," Setsurou said as he stumbled forward. The man's clothing was tattered and covered in dirt, and his short, blue hair greasy. No wonder he was exhausted. Their trek wasn't the easiest. Storms that blew them off course, creatures that tried to eat them, bandits that tried to rob them. Travelling through such a land wasn't safe.

Akira knew that she probably looked the same or close to it. Strands of orange hair was coming out of her ponytail, her green dress was cut short after it was torn on a branch, her feet were bare and coaked in mud. It was amazing no body stared at them. Maybe the townspeople were used to this kind of thing.

Coming up to a dark red wooden, three-story inn, the two stopped. The place was beautiful. With windows every few feet and balconies here and there, it surpassed any other inn they had stayed at. If the outside was this gorgeous, what would the inside look like? The thought of it made the two want to burst through the door and grab a room. And that's just what they did.

With Setsurou leading the way, the two walked through the door of the inn. Neither looked around at the occupants or to see if any were staring at them. Setsurou walked up to the innkeeper and grabbed two keys. With only a twin bed in every room and the two just being friends, they had to get two rooms. With that, the two headed to their rooms for a nice shower and a change of clothes. It was what they need after a long and dangerous journey.