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Chapter 29 by Westwall Westwall

Does the officer believe Lyra?

Of course not.

"I've met many of the students here at my post, and I've never once seen you. You are also obviously older, and should've graduated by now." the officer gestured towards the small road station he was guarding, his form resolute as he pointed. It was my first day in the city and I was already in trouble with the law. Grunting in annoyance, I walked into the small roadside station and watched as he joined me. The building was nothing more than a concrete shack with a window allowing him to administer directions, and provide other assistance to newcomers.

"Have I broken a law?" I said, the frustration obvious in my voice.

"Well, you lied to an official of the city. That is strike one." the officer shut the door to the small building, isolating the both of them in such a tiny room. "Furthermore, you are suspicious based on your look."

"Excuse me?!" I screeched, taking a single step back in anger. "How dare you?!"

"Do not get a tone with me, girl. I am an official peacekeeper. Do you want to be hauled down to the main office?" The officers in the police **** were known for their corruption, but I had hoped that reputation would not be true here in Violet City. This place was the start of so many people's dream, and yet here I was, stuck in this shack with a corrupt city official.

Could this day get any worse?

"Now, I don't personally care who you are. I am going to cite you for disturbing the peace and fine you personally for the infraction." My eyes widened as I started to speak up, the officer holding his hand up to stop me prematurely. "You can fight the charge at the main office if you would like, but you'll have to stay in a cell."

Violet City was not the type of place to have a safe jail, as it was for all purposes a city of many people. I didn't want to have to stay overnight in a cell while waiting for an execution of my charges, but I also didn't want to pay.

"How much is the fine?" I whined, wanting to cry.

"$800." the guard stated, his lip curling into a sickened satisfaction. He was shaking me down, and we both knew it. Furthermore, $800 was quite a bit of money, and basically cleaned me out of my funds. I would have no money to buy potions, accommodations for the night, or even a hot meal for myself. I would essentially be broke in a city surrounded by unknown people and dangerous possibilities.

What does Lyra do?

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