Sekali, "The Sister City"
Chapter 17
He dreamed he was back home on guard duty; the first time he'd ever been given the honor of The Watch. The night had gone by without talk, without whispers. All communications given to one another were hand signals and signs. He remembered the feeling of gratitude burning in his bosom as he silently gazed out into the mists of the Wastelands; of his father's nod to him as he proudly entered into his small stronghold at the coming of the red dawn and the changing of The Watch. Many times, after he was given the honor of The Watch, and many times he had been the first to relay the signal of an approaching threat. On the battlements of stone, carved out of the very rock itself, he had stood tall and proud. Fierce he became, and fearless. He had participated in seventy and two battles in the defense of his loved ones within, great respect was bestowed upon him.
The post he served from was carved from a single pinnacle of rock, jutting up from the floor of the Wastelands, and upon it, at its center, was set a Magician. He and six others, at their posts, were set slightly lower around the spell-caster, to defend one point of his home. Once, upon one of the watches, he had beheld . . . Death!