Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Falling in Love

ful because I saw her face when she looked at me. Her lips were red like blood, she had a perfect little nose, and her ears were the cutest ears I’ve ever seen. Her eyebrows were straight and the same color as her hair. And then her eyes, holy shit her eyes. They looked like the night sky, just a beautiful black and I swear I could see stars shining in them. Do you think we’ll be able to see her again?”

 

“What in the fucking blazing hells is wrong with you? I’m over here pissing myself in fear and you’re over there falling in love. How the fuck did we see different things in the first place?”

 

“What can I say? Women love me and she only showed me her true self because she thought I was cute.” Wraine had a huge grin on his face and if my hands weren’t still shaking from what just happened, I’d have the mind to beat him until I couldn’t see that grin anymore. 

 

“We’re going back to the river for the night. I need to wash myself and my legs are shaking too badly to go any further.” 

 

The two of us climb down the tree and after taking a minute to calm myself down, I walk over to where the parade of darkness just occurred. Looking at the ground, the nearby vegetation, and checking the nearby trees, there’s no sign of anything. The trees are fine even though they should have been knocked down by the creatures, the grass and plants look normal even though they should have been trampled, and the ground doesn’t show any signs of having been stepped on by anything besides the both of us. It feels like a dream. 

 

After spending the last few hours of daylight backtracking to the river, I strip off all my clothes and jump into the water. The river itself isn’t too deep and I can feel my feet touch the bottom of it while the water doesn’t go past my waist. I have to make sure I never go too deep into any water now because a few days ago I learned that I don’t know how to swim and Wraine had to jump in and save me. He’s even tried a few times to teach me how to swim but the feeling of letting my feet leave solid ground freaks me out and I start panicking. I’ll learn eventually. Once I feel clean enough, I leave the water just as Wraine gets the campfire started. After the first failure right outside of Misanth when he had a breakdown, he’s been practicing diligently ever since and he can get a fire started now within ten minutes. Grabbing my linen pants, I give it a halfhearted wash in the river before grabbing a wooden stick and wrapping the pants around it. I prop up the stick next to the growing fire and squat down next to it as well, trying to warm up. I never realized how much I liked washing myself since leaving the farm. Living right beside pigs will distort your need for cleanliness I suppose. 

 

Having dried myself, I give my linen shirt a sniff before putting it back on, it’ll be fine for another few days. I like feeling clean but at the same time my sense of smell has been distorted as well and I don’t mind the minor odors anymore. Wraine told me not to wash leather clothing too often or else it’ll get ruined and I haven’t, I only washed it once and that was just to get the blood and dead body smell out. When the linen pants are done drying, I put them back on as well as the leather vest, pants, shoes, and I tie my hair back with the string. After eating another handful of assorted flora from his bag, I lay down and closed my eyes, visualizing what I saw today. 

 

The image of hundreds of black metal chains pulled taut by a shadow is horrifically disturbing and utterly mesmerizing at the same time. One of the main reasons I left the farm was because I knew that if I stayed there, I could never fully realize my dreams. The beatings were a pretty important reason as well, but seeing those fantastical sights in my dreams fueled a burning desire in my heart to strive for greatness, to search for and serve a greater purpose. I started dreaming about that city ever since I could remember and that was when I was being passed around from house to house in Abermock, no one willing to take me in for more than a few days at once. I don’t blame them. I was what, three or four winters old and couldn’t do anything to help around the house. My blood red hair didn’t help me in any way and based on some gossip I heard when I was a bit older, my parents kept to themselves when they moved to Abermock until they were both found dead in our home from illness. 

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The neighbors found me next to the bodies, alive and free from sickness but nearly dead from starvation. In a village like that, keeping to yourself breeds rumors and the most prevailing one was that my parents were cultists who worshiped Zephira, the Sanguine Goddess, which although flimsy, could explain my hair color as both my parents had dark colored hair. The villagers made up a pretty interesting backstory and described how my cultist parents were escaping from inquisitors from the Church of the Inextinguishable Light when they ended up arriving in Abermock. Although it sounds interesting, it didn’t help me fit in with the villagers and I ended up with Augustine in the end. Even at a young age, I knew being different from others would get you hurt which is why I never told anyone about my dreams. They just stayed my little secret and nourished my growing ambitions to leave the mundane and embrace the extraordinary. I don’t even have any plans to tell Wraine anytime soon. Why would I? 

 

Opening my eyes while still lying down on the ground, I look up at the night sky and the beautiful full moon out tonight and I slowly come to accept just how insignificant I am compared to the rest of the world. I nearly died during that ambush a week ago. I should have died. Surviving that ambush and escaping that corpse pile were miraculous and I can’t count on those every time something happens. No matter how magnificent the city in my dreams is, I’ll never be able to reach those extraordinary heights if I’m dead. I don’t want to be a farm hand pretending to be a soldier again, I don’t want someone else dictating my death, if anything, I want to be the one in control of others’ deaths. If I die doing what I want while I’m trying to reach my dreams, then so be it, at least I died trying to become something better, something great. But how do I go about doing that?

 

“Wraine, you still awake?” 

 

“Yeah, what’s up?”

 

“I’ve decided, I’m going to become a king.” 

 

“Okay buddy, whatever you say.” He says with a chuckle. This little bitch. 

 

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