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The midlands were more lively today than Blu had ever seen. Not that he had often wandered far from his parent's home to test that. No, he could tell from the forest that surrounded their little farm. That morning the birds were chirping something harsh, waking him from a good sleep earlier than usual. He could hear his parents talking about a festival, and a crown, from the nook they made for him to sleep in. Try as he might to pretend he was still sleeping, his mother was quick to notice. She beamed at him and brought him some food to eat as she told him they would be gone most of the day. Of course, this also meant he would have to pick up the work they hadn't already done that morning. Cleaning the stables, milking the goat, gathering eggs- it was practically drilled into his brain by now. His mother was a short and round woman who always kept her hair pulled back from her pink, chubby face. She greeted him that morning already dressed in clothing she didn't wear every day. The ensemble was a dress and cloak made of a soft, blue material, but it was rather heavy on his fingers when he hugged her after eating. His father was also dressed different, the tall man clothed in clean leather and blue surcoat. Blu only saw them dressed this way when something important was happening in the village they spoke about so often. It piqued his curiosity, but he already knew he wouldn't be able to join them. He had a job to do, after all, and leaving the farm unattended could only lead to trouble for them.
"Remember, Blu, to be gentle with Petunia, and don't stray passed the tree lines," His father spoke more softly than usual, but there was still a sternness in his gruff voice. Blu nodded to him, following the two as they left the tiny cottage and climbed onto a horse-drawn carriage.
"Don't forget to eat your lunch!" his mother called to him as they rode off onto the trail, obviously still worried.
Blu turned to look at the gray goat that knocked the side of his leg with her horns, his nose scrunching at the small amount of annoyance he felt. "Okay, Petunia," the boy spoke to the animal as he trudged along, tail coiling above the ground. "What's so special about that village," he vented to the goat who started to chew the grass on the other side of the wooden fence. Blu wasn't really jealous of the village, in fact, he wanted to go himself. He didn't see why his parents never took him, always telling him that it wasn't safe. Even so, the curiosity never left him, especially on days like this. The animals in the forest were lively as if it was flower budding season, though the trees had been green with leaves for a few weeks now. Blu decided to forget it and continue his work for the day..
The sun has just started to set and Blu had finished his work, now settled on the roof of the cottage. From where he sat, he could see just over the top of the trees, though that wasn't saying much. The village was brighter than usual, that much he could tell, but as he stood to see farther he could hear the sound of a carriage approaching. Laughter followed it, the familiar sound of his mother who had probably drank too much ale as they called it. Blue climbed down from the roof just in time, as they steered the horses up to the stables. Blu rushed to help his mother as she nearly fell from the carriage, catching her side just in time. His father was already putting the horses up before they made it half way to the cottage. The boy could already guess he'd go to make sure Blu hadn't forgotten to do anything before coming inside, so he took it upon himself to help his mother into bed. However, his father was in sooner than he thought, and his parents shared a good bit of laughter together. This was new, as Blu had never seen his father quite so happy when coming back from the village. He spoke to them some, but could barely understand their slurred words.
It was difficult to admit that he was upset by this, upset that they would come back in such a mess, that they never took him with them. However, he did admit it, at least to himself. His anger was small, but it was more than he knew what to do with. Instead, he decided to wait until they were asleep, which wasn't long. He changed his clothes and grabbed the cloak his mother made him, wrapping it over his shoulders before he left. It had just become dusk when he took one of the horses. He wanted to see the village, see what lies beyond the forest he's been kept in his entire life. Even if it was just for a few hours, even if he was alone. And so he did. Blu traveled a relatively short distance, following the trail towards the light of the village. Much of the land was covered in night by the time he made it there, tying his horse to a nearby post. Guilt struck him for a moment, thinking of how tired the horse must be by now, his tail curling under the cloak.
His first thought was how loud the village was. Music played into the street as a throng of people danced and laughed together drunkenly around the fountain in the middle. There were men and women dressed in fine clothing and clad in shining armor, the gleaming of the metal catching his eye fairly easily. Some had swords, others had nothing but a tankard in hand. Blu secured the hood around his head as he walked in to the crowd of talking people, observing the wooden and stone buildings as he could. His anger was soothed by curiosity and the excitement he felt to be somewhere different, somewhere new. However, his nerves proved to still be present as a man climbed onto the side of the fountain and blew into some kind of loud instrument that made him jump and slink to the back of the crowd. The sound caught almost everyone's attention, and Blu was no exception. He was a giant of a man, dressed in thick armor, with a scar running across his face. Yet, his intimidating appearance was off-put by the happy grin on his features.
"Today is indeed a day to celebrate!" The man exclaimed, his booming voice echoing over the now silent street, "The old king has fallen, and a new king rises from the ashes!" There was so much emotion in his voice that Blu himself almost cheered along with the crowd, though he knew not what they spoke of. "We of the Night Guard have sworn ourselves to King Ballard, the new king, to protect our nation, and everyone who lives in it. If you wish to join us, to rid this word of evil, then come find us in the Rusty Nail! Now, let the celebration truly begin!" Again the crowd cheered, so loudly that Blu couldn't hear the person approaching behind him. Blu bounced on his toes to try and see above the raised hands and cups in front of him, trying to see what had appeared in front of the giant man. In what felt like a split second he was yanked backwards into the ally once behind him, letting out a yelp. The hood of this green cloak fell off of his head when he hit the hard ground, turning onto his back to see who it was.
A dirty looking man with green eyes peered down at him, a disgusted look distorting his narrow features. His face was pink and his words slurred as a he spoke at him,"Look at this thing, sneaking in to the village." Blu remained quiet aside from the startled breathing he couldn't control, his eyes flickering to the mans hand as the man pulled a dagger from his side belt. Upon noticing it, he was quick to scramble onto his feet and run farther into the ally, though he was only met with another man in silver armor. The armored man made a grab at him, and Blu ducked from his reach, sliding under the man only to climb up the wall behind him, settling himself on the roof of a small balcony. His tail swung wildly at his side as the two men stood under him.
"Get back down here, you devil!" The dirty man yelled at him, waving his dagger at the air just before throwing it at him and cutting into the boy's shoulder. The armored man pulled his sword from his side and attempted to stab Blu several times, though it was only long enough to pierce the wood at the bottom of the balcony. By now the music and people were loud again.
"Go up," The armored man said to the dirty one, to which they argued for a moment before the dirty man tried, and failed, to climb the wall. Blu wasn't sure what to do. The roof of the building was too high for him to reach with his shoulder injured, and going down would only lead to him probably getting killed. He thought to himself that he should have listened to his parents, the pain of his shoulder finally kicking in. Blu grabbed at a loose stone in building, attempting to pull it out whilst the dirty man started to pile things up to reach him. He got the stone loose and threw it at the dirty man, hitting him on the head. The man toppled off of the boxes and onto his side, which seemed to throw the armored man into more of a rage. He kicked the shin of the dirty man as he got up, yelling things at him that Blu couldn't hear. He could barely hear anything beyond the ringing in his ears, but he could feel the pain from his shoulder and the tears that started to stain his cheeks clearly. Blu had little experience with fear, but he was sure it was what he felt now.
The midlands were more lively today than Blu had ever seen. Not that he had often wandered far from his parent's home to test that. No, he could tell from the forest that surrounded their little farm. That morning the birds were chirping something harsh, waking him from a good sleep earlier than usual. He could hear his parents talking about a festival, and a crown, from the nook they made for him to sleep in. Try as he might to pretend he was still sleeping, his mother was quick to notice. She beamed at him and brought him some food to eat as she told him they would be gone most of the day. Of course, this also meant he would have to pick up the work they hadn't already done that morning. Cleaning the stables, milking the goat, gathering eggs- it was practically drilled into his brain by now. His mother was a short and round woman who always kept her hair pulled back from her pink, chubby face. She greeted him that morning already dressed in clothing she didn't wear every day. The ensemble was a dress and cloak made of a soft, blue material, but it was rather heavy on his fingers when he hugged her after eating. His father was also dressed different, the tall man clothed in clean leather and blue surcoat. Blu only saw them dressed this way when something important was happening in the village they spoke about so often. It piqued his curiosity, but he already knew he wouldn't be able to join them. He had a job to do, after all, and leaving the farm unattended could only lead to trouble for them.
"Remember, Blu, to be gentle with Petunia, and don't stray passed the tree lines," His father spoke more softly than usual, but there was still a sternness in his gruff voice. Blu nodded to him, following the two as they left the tiny cottage and climbed onto a horse-drawn carriage.
"Don't forget to eat your lunch!" his mother called to him as they rode off onto the trail, obviously still worried.
Blu turned to look at the gray goat that knocked the side of his leg with her horns, his nose scrunching at the small amount of annoyance he felt. "Okay, Petunia," the boy spoke to the animal as he trudged along, tail coiling above the ground. "What's so special about that village," he vented to the goat who started to chew the grass on the other side of the wooden fence. Blu wasn't really jealous of the village, in fact, he wanted to go himself. He didn't see why his parents never took him, always telling him that it wasn't safe. Even so, the curiosity never left him, especially on days like this. The animals in the forest were lively as if it was flower budding season, though the trees had been green with leaves for a few weeks now. Blu decided to forget it and continue his work for the day..
The sun has just started to set and Blu had finished his work, now settled on the roof of the cottage. From where he sat, he could see just over the top of the trees, though that wasn't saying much. The village was brighter than usual, that much he could tell, but as he stood to see farther he could hear the sound of a carriage approaching. Laughter followed it, the familiar sound of his mother who had probably drank too much ale as they called it. Blue climbed down from the roof just in time, as they steered the horses up to the stables. Blu rushed to help his mother as she nearly fell from the carriage, catching her side just in time. His father was already putting the horses up before they made it half way to the cottage. The boy could already guess he'd go to make sure Blu hadn't forgotten to do anything before coming inside, so he took it upon himself to help his mother into bed. However, his father was in sooner than he thought, and his parents shared a good bit of laughter together. This was new, as Blu had never seen his father quite so happy when coming back from the village. He spoke to them some, but could barely understand their slurred words.
It was difficult to admit that he was upset by this, upset that they would come back in such a mess, that they never took him with them. However, he did admit it, at least to himself. His anger was small, but it was more than he knew what to do with. Instead, he decided to wait until they were asleep, which wasn't long. He changed his clothes and grabbed the cloak his mother made him, wrapping it over his shoulders before he left. It had just become dusk when he took one of the horses. He wanted to see the village, see what lies beyond the forest he's been kept in his entire life. Even if it was just for a few hours, even if he was alone. And so he did. Blu traveled a relatively short distance, following the trail towards the light of the village. Much of the land was covered in night by the time he made it there, tying his horse to a nearby post. Guilt struck him for a moment, thinking of how tired the horse must be by now, his tail curling under the cloak.
His first thought was how loud the village was. Music played into the street as a throng of people danced and laughed together drunkenly around the fountain in the middle. There were men and women dressed in fine clothing and clad in shining armor, the gleaming of the metal catching his eye fairly easily. Some had swords, others had nothing but a tankard in hand. Blu secured the hood around his head as he walked in to the crowd of talking people, observing the wooden and stone buildings as he could. His anger was soothed by curiosity and the excitement he felt to be somewhere different, somewhere new. However, his nerves proved to still be present as a man climbed onto the side of the fountain and blew into some kind of loud instrument that made him jump and slink to the back of the crowd. The sound caught almost everyone's attention, and Blu was no exception. He was a giant of a man, dressed in thick armor, with a scar running across his face. Yet, his intimidating appearance was off-put by the happy grin on his features.
"Today is indeed a day to celebrate!" The man exclaimed, his booming voice echoing over the now silent street, "The old king has fallen, and a new king rises from the ashes!" There was so much emotion in his voice that Blu himself almost cheered along with the crowd, though he knew not what they spoke of. "We of the Night Guard have sworn ourselves to King Ballard, the new king, to protect our nation, and everyone who lives in it. If you wish to join us, to rid this word of evil, then come find us in the Rusty Nail! Now, let the celebration truly begin!" Again the crowd cheered, so loudly that Blu couldn't hear the person approaching behind him. Blu bounced on his toes to try and see above the raised hands and cups in front of him, trying to see what had appeared in front of the giant man. In what felt like a split second he was yanked backwards into the ally once behind him, letting out a yelp. The hood of this green cloak fell off of his head when he hit the hard ground, turning onto his back to see who it was.
A dirty looking man with green eyes peered down at him, a disgusted look distorting his narrow features. His face was pink and his words slurred as a he spoke at him,"Look at this thing, sneaking in to the village." Blu remained quiet aside from the startled breathing he couldn't control, his eyes flickering to the mans hand as the man pulled a dagger from his side belt. Upon noticing it, he was quick to scramble onto his feet and run farther into the ally, though he was only met with another man in silver armor. The armored man made a grab at him, and Blu ducked from his reach, sliding under the man only to climb up the wall behind him, settling himself on the roof of a small balcony. His tail swung wildly at his side as the two men stood under him.
"Get back down here, you devil!" The dirty man yelled at him, waving his dagger at the air just before throwing it at him and cutting into the boy's shoulder. The armored man pulled his sword from his side and attempted to stab Blu several times, though it was only long enough to pierce the wood at the bottom of the balcony. By now the music and people were loud again.
"Go up," The armored man said to the dirty one, to which they argued for a moment before the dirty man tried, and failed, to climb the wall. Blu wasn't sure what to do. The roof of the building was too high for him to reach with his shoulder injured, and going down would only lead to him probably getting killed. He thought to himself that he should have listened to his parents, the pain of his shoulder finally kicking in. Blu grabbed at a loose stone in building, attempting to pull it out whilst the dirty man started to pile things up to reach him. He got the stone loose and threw it at the dirty man, hitting him on the head. The man toppled off of the boxes and onto his side, which seemed to throw the armored man into more of a rage. He kicked the shin of the dirty man as he got up, yelling things at him that Blu couldn't hear. He could barely hear anything beyond the ringing in his ears, but he could feel the pain from his shoulder and the tears that started to stain his cheeks clearly. Blu had little experience with fear, but he was sure it was what he felt now.
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