Mickiza was doing the usual round, he was part of the guards making sure that all the young ones were doing their job drilling. This job suited him as he hated other people, he had one exception which was a lad called Marku. He was quite a good fighter as he used to wrestle and fight with his older brother before he died, both his parents were also deceased from the same illness that took his brother, he now lives with his grandpa, some crazy old coot that goes on about the surface like a crazy little school child. Both him and his Grandpa lived in Renagal, they had lived there for years now and Mickiza was getting bored, especially when his Grandpa is some druggy lunatic.
It had been a quiet day, nothing much had happened which kind of annoyed Mickiza, he always usually had to get in a bit of ruckus with the other guards or the drillers. He was about to finish his shift when he saw a bunch of slackers, doing his job he walked over to the younger boys, they all circled an older boy, another older driller about his age ranting on about the surface. "The surface is a beautiful place, i should know, i've been there" the Kid was the same build as Mickiza, they argued a lot before hand but nothing serious, "oi loud mouth get back to work you lying scum, it does not exist and you of all people couldn't reach it even if you tried, pah you can't even drill more than ten feet before tiring" the boy frowned at him, infuriated, "shut up, you always harass me, i have been to the top, i went with my friend years ago!" the boy poked Mickiza causing their eyes to lock.
"screw him, he deserved it, so the mayor says i went over the top, its just a fractured shoulder blade" Mickiza was locked in the village cell, he had been there for an hour now cursing over the fight he had with the boy. He may have went over the top and hit him a few too many times but he discovered that the hard way.