Your world was built up of eight courts. Spring, Summer, autumn and winter... each had two sectors (north and south or west and east).

Courts were separated into sectors, numbered sectors. Number one being the capital were the king and queen reside. Each sector was ruled by elected officials.

Every court specialises in its own things. They exchange their produces with one and other- it's a fair functional system.

You were born and raised in one of the few poor sectors of the West Summer Court. You stole to survive and even then barley made it by.

One day you spot an oddly rich looking young man- no much older than you. And instantly it becomes your instinct to take from him.

Your thin frame walks by him slipping a hand into his trousers pickets. Thankfully you find a heavy pouch.