Going in the palisade of the Selizel, a sort of prison which people who get their hands dirty to put food on their wooden plates.
The villagers always witness a girl running, she was dripping with sweat, that girl keeps hearing voices of people whenever her feet bolted the enchanted wasteland. First of vendors that sell cheese, butter, wild mushrooms, carrots, potato, barley, and other vegetables within the green field beside the forest forge; shouting the crops produce one by one. The marketplace surround a group of wooden houses in a square, keeping them in a fixed form of unity with the presence of their own unleashed loving animals.
The Village Life of the times were shuttered like a prison but unglazed by its wonders, mostly made by diligent people and the old ones. A sturdy tranquil place where people whom they call...carries the world, or land of loathsome people whilst waiting for death. They look grubby by the time of farm work nevertheless overestimated by the smart people. Farmland they call it, the lowest standard individual among the realm lives at a village, they live here, truthfully this is also the land they step into, work into, live and die.
A stockpile of goods can be seen even in the farthest corner of a person's eye. The girl of brown clothes covered with her sweat was the familiar daughter of the greatest men of the forge; Glena Caract, at the corner of the market place peers at the boxes of fruits of her aunt Ramina Ominar. The great amounts harvested such as her aunt's peaches are stacked in two rows. She picked good fruits from the boxes of her aunt, a thirteen-year-old can pick goods as good as other children, Mother Lana taught her good.
The little girl put the fruits in a sturdy bag provided on the right side of the stall, handed it to her aunt. A smile got out of her mouth, they look slightly similar comparing to her mother. Black curly hair, pointed mouth, brown eyes but Glena has a humpy nose to which she was mad about.
Glena: How much is this Auntie? the girl asked, smiling.
Ramina: You are a very good girl my niece. It is yours, don't pay it for now. Go to your mother and tell her we'll meet at the Vegetable field nearby the Major Kitchen before nine, I'll help her bring fruits and ingredients for bread.
Ramina Ominar gave her a twinkle of the lips, remembering the times where Glena is carried in her arms the day she was born. No nurse came up to her except for Lana's Sister. She did everything, not even a background in nursing or how to handle a labor, and didn't even have a baby still at the age of twenty-seven. Looking young, never a blend or marks of dreaded times on her face, keeping her beauty still in behold. Despite Glena being a little startled, she wonders where they are going to go, another kitchen? Castle? A Feast? she was curious.
Glena: Where will you bring the fruits?
Ramina: This is for the feast later in the day, my child.
Glena: Can I go with you?
Ramina: There are high marshals, and at your age are not allowed in the stronghold so sadly, you can't go with us.
Said her, sighing.
Glena: Well I mean, there are children here Aunt, are they going to be in the feast as well?
Suddenly, Glena agreed with politeness, and nods, she left running with her bag of fruits in her hand. As she runs, all she hears is people roaring the announcement.
The Gropecunt lane is crowded with people wearing tunics and blouses tightened in their belts, most men carrying boxes of supplies and foods to prepare for the grand event. The streets are covered in smoke-filled with mostly flat and barren dust. The Horses running down the concrete, shaking the fragile head of the sand stones. From dark armors to the shining beads illuminating above the flying red capes, men of King Agarino II of the Blue Leviathan scattered across the townscape.
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The halls are not like this before, yells and roar were deafening as she gallop his way across the town. Growing of crops and fruits at the City of Selizel are rich at their area, but the column of horse wagon by horse wagon are new to her daylight glimpse, from start to end of the lane it stripe down to the corner, the hooves never trembled, never weary to hold and carry that much weight of resource.
The children she play with were also outside, she wondered why her Aunt told her to stay in the Manor even though the familiar faces of the same age was there with them. Often, children made the village fun and so is Glena, with a liking of climbing atop of the wooden houses, hide at haystacks and riding fruit wagons while being chased by her friends.
A relief, she found her way, the way to her home despite the likeness of being lost on her own town.
Their house seems to be hidden by plain sight as it was being covered by trees. Vegetable Field was on sight, sixteen yards away from them, a busy blacksmith which her Father Nigel Caract work the craft of different types of weapons. He has sealed the master of armory and he was claimed to be one of the greatest swordsmiths in the Kingdom, polishing and refining the most familiar, magical, Slarkine metal that one of the realm's hydromancer marvelous works.
There from his stead and from his bolting feet, she finally arrived in her peace; home. The birch bearing walls and brown brick walls with two windows strong, the circular one in front and the rectangular one at the back. The house was far from the groups of houses of the city for they were complaint to move out beside the forest.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* The banging she made was loud but, no one answered.
Glena: Mother! MOTHER!
This is not new to her, every time Glena leaves their house for a walk, or even her favorite hobby of picking berries in the forest, taking it home for an afternoon snack with the whole family, her mother is never there not until the clock time of dinner comes. She sneaked into the lawn, slowly stepping in the cement-like backyard floor like stealthy cat with her bag of fruits still in her hand.
Apparently...it seems that no one was here. That thought upset her, she came back to the façade of their brick and wooden house to grab a small rock. She then threw the rock at the window of the second floor and shouted her two years younger brother's name.
Glena: GARRED! OPEN THE DOOR!
She growled and banged the door once more calling the name Garred over and over again. This guy was messing with me again, she thought. Garred Caract, the small man wishing to be at the south, the land filled with knowledge that everyone is willing to take for no matter how far, manifesting his stand to be one of them.
Their wooden door needs a window, maybe it was not Garred all this time, she talked to herself again.
Trees sways like her fist swing the door. Behind her, bushes moved like she did when he strolls, but it was something else, something terrible, lurking behind her. The breeze turned grim, her eyes revolved into a point of tilting. Footsteps can be heard, a smell of Lavender going through her nostrils, getting stronger on every step of that creature lurks behind her. She turned around, the presence is fragrant but the aura is wicked such a devil skulk in particular.
Undoubtedly, somebody's watching me.
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The footsteps gets louder, louder and the grass folding at each other. There she saw a hooded woman, gray bangs are hanging from the hood, a shrouded sinister presence. Without a horse nor hands and legs to see, the leaning apparition has an eye sun-bright which shows no glee. No words coming out of the mouth regardless of the direful mouth dripping with black blood was wide open. The pale throat has been sliced and she never clutched her soul against the pouring blood, she withdrew living in the woods.
I can't see the face but I know she's watching me, her mind tells herself.
The presence of terror grows more, from Lavender to an acrid smell like a tormented soul, a black hooded ghost from her dreams became true. Sound of breath like its tempo going higher and higher ringing her ears till she can't handle, covering it. Devoured by the presence, the existence of death belch forth her for the first, always holding back its deepest mysteries underneath the hood. Pliant, stealthy and walking slow, mysterious as if her foot is in tread on a burning snow. She moves like a mist in silence, a limb thrust the air pointing towards something, a frozen pale finger finding an open heart.
Garred: GLENA! What are you doing there? You look and sound demented big sister.
The smell, the presence, the devilish aura instantly vanished on one sweep. Confused, it seems like she's cast by a magic spell or dream on her brain's turned wonderland trying to summon an incubus. Garred asked her older sister. He came down on the stairs of the homestead to comfort her, the creaking door opened by his brother. He looks puffy, golden hair, dressed in a brown long sleeve linen shirt and brown trousers.
Glena: A bag of fruit given by Aunt Ramina. You can eat as much as your tummy holds, I will be at the marketplace helping Aunt Ramina. Wait for Mother to come home, time is uncertain but make sure to cook before we get here.
She seems to be confused out the clouds, speechless like mouth on a shut, traumatized from the living nightmare, and neither a word is coming out of her talkative mouth. Happiness turned into a lump of fear clogged in her mouth. Gazing at the flying leaves, the breeze filled the ambiance. The smoke of the blacksmith can be seen in the sky. Every ounce of fear, anxiety, came out like it was smoke from that chimney, from agony into comfort, from heat into breathable cold.
She handed the bag of fruits to her brother and she hears him call the name as she ran like a cat, soft sounds of her feet trample in the rocky road. Rushing at the Market. Well, at least he got fruits to munch from morning till night. Running is her specialty since she was a small girl. Climbing, Running in the bushes fast as a raccoon, she is so small that even the clothesline that she's hanging off is resistant or can never break at all. She ran past the busy walls of the street again.
A shout from a distance not far from the marketplace, it was a man in one of the Conestoga Wagons carrying sacks of rice, and there in his cart remain the sack of sugars, boxes of butter and flour for pastry. Despite the heaviness and a lack of breath, he shouted to announce...
Servant: RUSH! RUSH ALL OF YOU RUSH! The Election is starting at eleven!
Glena: Wait What? An election is going to be held at eleven, so it was not just a feast after all.
Several men shouted with him, as glory is about to begin.
Glena realized that her aunt is lying, after all, it wasn't a feast that every peasant, nobleman, knights taste precious fish stew, smoked turkeys, manchette bread, and a delicious chilled strawberry came from the borrow of ice from the Southern part of Aluthea. Her mother, Lana Caract is seen by her daughter behind the second halls packing the wagons with boxes alongside her neighbors.
Luckily her mother is dressed with black cote her favorite given by her Father Rogar Ominar, a familiar gift for her but the great father she has never seen. Rumors are left that it said that her father and some of his armed men got killed by the 'Phantoms' of the war while they are there to explore the land of winter songs. The squadron he joined in was captured by the frozen arrows of ruin and never seen a glimpse of him again. The south was said to be dangerous that even Kings and Queens ordered every single mortal not to go there. Everybody manifested and tried, but life was not but an additional collection to the glacial graveyard.
Some would say it was true, some cannot accept or deny it. No one knows but only the dead shall roar. She was not done yet and Glena already asked with a stiff voice that she already knew the answer.
Lana: What are you doing here? Mama needs to rush on the Castle of Lordaeral with our fellow servants. though it is past eight and we can't stay here any longer. The council and the jury is waiting for them, and the hungry watchers too.
Glena: Can I join with you?
Lana: No Glena, there are so many people and you do not have the place to stay there.
Glena: But why is there so many children like my age? There are outside as well.
Lana: Ohh child, that does not mean that they are going with us. Go play with them if you wanted to.
Glena turned her face around in disgrace thinking that her mother is still looking at her as a child, but she has a plan. Glena came onto the side of the market, fabrics swaying on the halls of the street. She saw her Mother and Aunt set foot into the Wagons filled with fruits. Another wagon came up. Her mouth and eyes are filled with joy, smiled as the wagon blocked the way of the sight of her mother in case she turned around to check on her. Running again, the wagon is now on the way out of the City.
Sweat covers her chest as she runs swiftly but silently to the grass. She claimed her triumph as the wagons turned left set way for the cutting road. She gripped into the back of the fabric of the Conestoga wagons, stomping on the bumpers, and left secretly with her mother and brother leaving without any clues.
The fear on getting caught is not on her misery, no misery can be found either, all she can feel is joy to be part of one's colony and not chained up or like jail bared on her kin. The wagon turned to the rocky bump of road, blocks of crumbled earth planted on the wet passageway, triggering the sense of shaking floor.
Peasant 1: This has so much food eh sir?
Peasant 2: How about we can take some home.
From the back of the wagon's dirty cover, she can hear two men talking to each other. Rough Low, and Rough High, the voice was mere loud, busting its way to make her leave the wooden conveyance as early as she can.
The crumbles of the world's dry land made her tremble from her spot. Ring of bells can be heard from a distance, the sound that everyone knew is a retrieve, they left the town as well of Lordaeral. Messengers horses are passing by, this is a big day, she thought. The forest is enclosed near the training campus, the daylight approaches every leaves the destination takes. Glena take a look around her while behind the cart, it was bright, birds chirp echoing her little ears, colorful glare of vivid butterflies with the sound of the creaking wood of the vehicle.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE LITTLE GIRL!?
The curtain spread fast, a man screech out of his lungs. A face of a fat man with crooked teeth intact in his drooling mouth opposes her face like a psychopath. He wasn't alone with vex in face. A Hairy man with gray beard, both of them wearing a loose tunic. "Hey we have someone lurking here my friend."
Peasant 1: Do you want to take some food my girl? with a totally disgusting voice of a fat orc.
He slowly reaching for the girl's wrist, fat man's fast and grabbed her briskly.
Glena: Get off me, you're sickening!
She spat with her mouthful saliva warm like a venison soup, as his face stinking and wet.
Peasant 1: Come here you!
She screamed as the men pulling her inside the encircled white fabric, covering the cart they argue. The strength of the little girl is totally unexpected thus making the pulling impossible for the lunatics. Shouting is deafening but the people in front, the separated wagons can't hear them. Worse than thousands of crickets at night at the rocky road they are riding in. What she wonders as if her mother is smart enough to put this two halfwits to stop her, it was still uncertain since she was not involved in any of the intellects behind.
Glena: Can they not hear that they're shouting at my face, I'm not a dog to be shouted at.
Shouting at her mind as they struggle. As she gain her strength to fight back, her mentality changes, she acted like a woman and forget how she's still a girl. Scream of agony let's its fate, the balls are screaming out of its sacks as she kicked it through, the man hoods are crying out of its pockets. Glena laughed it out and convinced them.
Glena: Let me in or I'll kick your nuts again. The disgusting grunts and laughter enrages.
Peasant 2: Oh! so you think you can kick us out here eh?
Arrows hurtle through the dusted air, skewered onto their knees, unable to move a muscle. Sound of bow and arrows. The chief let be it behind the last cart, the stone drakes in front keep and firedrakes lasts its breath at the back, any threat away from here or belong to them must be punished such as they did to cowards. The peasants plummeted face down in the ground, crippled like an undead skeleton crawling in the dry soil as they cry.
An archer of the pack left his mount, equipped with cruelly burdensome iron bow and quiver on its back full of long arrows.
Archer: Where's the girl? Peasants.
There was no one at the back of the wagon nor the responses from the unconscious peasants with its faces planted on the grass. Sir Aagaron, the commander of the arrow squadron halted the horses by the hand signal. Guards came up to the grubby wagon, it was dim and grim dusted inside. Smells of feast are there but no sign of life within any longer.
Sir Aagaron: You seeing things?
Chief commander Aagaron Badburn of the Castle guards with his comrades bear with spikes and bows. Asking the man of reach, what is he seeing inside of the wagon.
Archer: No m'lord there is somebody here earlier, a little child. I'm not even exaggerating.
He was struggling to talk, as if there was a phantom lurking beyond the enchanted forest.
Sir Aagaron: You must be hungry, have you not get enough in your big belly? Next time do your duty right and don not waste our time, go and move forward!
They carry onto the road, hooves of horses, flags dancing on their poles and armors jumping on them bodies. The bright light of the sun might made a figure beyond his eyes or maybe it was not a phantasm at all, it was something else that awaits the girl's end of time.