The Housing District

The housing district where the citizens of Arcanthul Saravya live is divided into three divisions:

• The Slum District: The district of houses located in the center bulk of the housing district. These houses are three to four family houses that have different one floor living quarters per floor. They are smaller and in tight spaces.

• The Middle Class Housing: This area of living surrounds the northern edge of the Housing District. Noble homes are Multi-floor homes that house the immediate family of a middle class citizen. These houses are normally home to shop owners and other trade based workers that work within the market district or in the barracks. They can also be foreign traders who take their craft and peddle it outside the city to other nations.

• The Nobles Housing: The noble district sits atop a cliff on the southern side of the slum district. These homes are normally large, lavish, and house two to three noble families and their relatives of the same bloodline comfortably within their doors. Nobles reach this stage by becoming great members of the community, or by being a member of the counsel or another part of the lower government under the King.

These Housing Districts take up the larger part of the cave the Saravya inhabit (See map for Details). They are also the closet to the animal pens, allowing foreigners to regularly experience the Saravyan culture.

Fuijin Hazori was unlike most kids his age. He didn't want to be apart of the military force which made his country strong. He wasn't much on working with fire, even though he had the ability to manipulate it. Fuijin was known for being weak because of this. He could always be seen in the Middle district Ashram. He never really left the Ashram for the simple fact that most of the time he left, there were to many military men outside. Fuijin has had the nick name of "the wind kid" for some time now. Even most of the father priests have been calling him such. This is because he was named after the God of Wind himself.

Fuijin at this moment was working on his Tai Chi inside the open grounds of the ashram. Knowing most do not enter the holy ground he would have peace at mind. He hadn't met to many of the outsiders of the Ashram, but he always wanted to explore the world and learn why the clans were separated. In Hazori's mind, he always wanted to treat everyone equal and above himself. He had heard the rumors about the Lord, and he would like to meet him one day. He has a long journey ahead of him, however he needs to master his element before he can confidently move out into the city, let alone the wild world outside his countries walls.

Fuijin had finally started to kick up his training, for he was getting the hang of moving the air with his palms. As he went stance to stance in Tai Chi, the wind started to whip and turn over each other. If one were to walk into the training ground, they would feel the wind strangle them a bit for the rapid speed of the movements. The dust and dirt on the ground raging along with the air current, made it look like a small wind drake flying through the motions of Fuijin. The leaves on the tree looked as if they where expecting a storm from the rapid moving wind. Finally at the end of the first hour, Fuijin calmed the air and let everything sit soothingly on the ground. With a smile on his face, he knew he had been improving vastly.

Fuijin had to try a new trick in order to improve his skills. There was a small apple tree in the garden where he trained, and he wished to have an apple. With a slicing stroke of his right hand, he was able to cut an apple off of the tree branch with ease. Fuijin, then kicked under the apple before it landed and bounced it up to his hand. He took a bite of his new achievement, for he was able to make small wind blades to cut simple sticks. He knew this would help him feed his brothers and sisters in the Ashram for the simple fact that the chore would be done faster.

He looked out to the middleclass marketplace and smiled. He saw so many new faces everyday, and he just wanted to be like them. Being excepted in city to city like a common Citizen. There was no need to force his way in, just have a smile on his face, and learn about every culture. "One day." He said to himself. Sitting on the Ashram's outside porch, while eating an apple.

One person seemed to notice the constant gale at Fuijin's feet and nodded towards him in amazement. Fuijin had noticed as well that the spinning of air at his feet had strengthened lately. Now the air was almost visible to the naked eye. Like a small tornado only as thick as an inch flying around his feet. He knew he would be ready to intensify his training when a master would turn up for him.