Maybe In Our Next Life

The Noble and The Lowlife ~

The scorch of the sun was relentless, maybe the sun and nature hated the Nobels just as much as Yvaine but they had chosen to spare no one not even a low-life like Yvaine. She walked dreading the path to the Rowans empire, mama had not only forced Yvaine on this path but she had subjected her to the service of the Rowans. The very people that had caused grandma her despair, one she had only recently been able to escape. Mama had been under the service of the nobles for over a decade, and she enjoyed the benefits that came with it. She had to fend for a lazy man she swore was her forever and so did Alice.

Yvaine walked through the path that served as a border, a border that separated an illusion from the real world, oh how she hated the circumstance the nobles enjoyed and lowlife longed for and how she hated that her intent to justify the reason why the nobles had chosen to abandon their motherland, their heritage in exchange for a better life. Some had chosen to submit to the service of the outer-nations in exchange for power to rule within the inner-nations. she walked passed the busy streets where the most expensive carriages rode and most adorned nobles in the land of venemon gossiped, she saw pretty satin gowns and shiny little jewelry, more than she had ever seen in the down-town parts, where the lowlifes remained secluded and tied to their very own prison. Yvaine awed at the beautiful gates that protected the city, as she walked the paths, slowly kicking the soil that clinged to her shoes in a playful manner. she sights a building that clearly proclaimed the wealth of the Rowans, one protected by two gates, one that protected the traitors that resided within them, she had finally arrived, she pushed open the metal gate that revealed a long path to where the guards that stood guarding the second gate, the main entrance to the residence. "wait!" she heard, she looked up to identify the source of the voice, and was surprised to find fours guards, two who took on the role of opening the gates and two who questioned the intruders, the low-life, the ones who were unworthy because they had chosen not to be cowards, unable to behold the habitat or presence of those who had been gifted a good life and rewarded for their cowardice. This oddly pitched tone had come from a man, a guard who looked to be about in his 50s, he looked tired thought Yvaine , he had yelled towards Yvaine as she walked the path that lead to them "it's not like I planned to jump over your heads and the gate behind you" Yvaine said under her breathe mimicking the high pitch of the guard "what?" he asked catching on to the mocking smile Yvaine held as she approached them, she replied "nothing, here in place of Garcia .. Francesca Garcia", Yvaine looked towards the guard that had stood quiet beside the high pitched guard and he held a faint smile – what's funny, Yvaine thought "go in" he spoke at last
" what?" the second guard with the high pitch voice asked confused "we haven't even asked her any questions" he added,
Yvaine took this chance to step past this gate not interested in hearing them bicker. After stepping into the residence it dawned on her that she had not paid any attention to mama's directions

" no oh, this place is humongous, how am I supposed to find my way" she muttered under her breathe as she walked head held high into this prestige maze.

Yvaine wondered into a field filled with wheats, its beauty had amused her, the green scenery had reminded her of a safe haven that had not yet become a reality in the nightmares she called her life.

"hey you what took you so long, the butchers had already brought in the kill an hour ago and you were supposed to be here even before the helpers had gone in to prep for the feast"

Yvaine looked up to see a robust woman, she was about 5 feet and 3 inches tall, she wrapped her veil around her neck like she meant to commit suicide, her gown looked like a cream -grey like wear that had been covered in red substances here and there.

"Good day ma'am , I lost my way .."

"I understand, its not every time people like you get to navigate such big houses, I've been in your shoes, now darling let's get to work, we're going to need a lot of hands" she said as she bent forward to grab a handful of Yvaine's skirt, pulling her to the direction of the undercroft.

The undercroft didn't seem much different than she had imagined, the smell of dough, beans and soup had overwhelmed the atmosphere, and that explained why mama smelled of food everyday after she had returned home from work. Yvaine looked to her left, the undercroft seemed really busy and crowded today she thought , she scanned the environment and found that each servant worked in twos or threes. The servants all busied themselves with the chores they had been assigned. She looked towards the table and spotted the kill the old lady had spoke about, the dead animals left a trail of blood on the table where the laid and on the floor. A woman dressed in blue gown, covered in a white apron and a white satin scarf around her head smiled as she kneaded the dough that had been handed to her by another that stood adjacent to her, she seemed to be whisking something that looked like eggs and butter, and they seemed to be deep in conversation. Yvaine looked towards the fire place and there she spotted a pig that had been hung upside down burning in a flame that bearly seemed to touch the its body.

"hmmm ..soup?" Yvaine said more to her self than to anyone, but the servant had heard her anyway and replied

"yeah.. the only son of the Rowans loved the smell of the soup more than the taste, so sometimes his father had us make it just to have the aroma dance around the mansion..."

" so in summary, the nobles are not only selfish but crazy and wasteful, nothing new" the servant bumped into Yvaine so fast that she thought a stray bullet had been let into thin a for a moment

"you can't say that here..not in the lions den" she whispered as she resumed pulling out the basket that had been stocked in the brown cabinet whose hinges seemed to be giving out.

" I'm mean who doesn't love soup" Yvaine replied while she tried to regain her balance

" he is their only son after all ...the field is behind the well at the West wing " she added while handing Yvaine three empty basket, Yvaine wondered what use they served and from the puzzled look Yvaine held, the servant could tell " didn't Gracia give you any notice ...we need wheat for the bread ... the one ready to be harvested ...its on the West Wing"

"ahhh" Yvaine said while she adjusted the baskets, she looked to the servant who seemed busy taking of the dust that had gotten on her hand with the cloth that once laid on the brown stool beside the fire place .

"well the wheats won't harvest themselves now would they.. here take this too..ha I almost forgot.. sometimes I feel older than my dead mother... bless her ... " she said while she handed me a sickle that had been laying near a man that sat lowly on a stool peeling a bag of potatoes.

"no they won't" Yvaine replied after she had walked out the undercroft and was on her merry way to the field of wheats.