Shades

Chapter 3 -The storyteller

Author's Note:

Okay so i'm back on track, guys! :D 

As you may know, I had written the prologue once upon a time, out of a whim. I didn't really have a clear idea where the story was going, so I kind of reached a mute point. 

But here I am again, knowing where the story is going and how it's going to end, so there's nothing to fear you guys <3 

as promised, here is another chapter that is fresh out of my mind

hope you like x) 

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Chapter 3 -The storyteller

That night Kayel didn't bother to set up camp as she usually would have done. Only when her feet couldn't take anymore did she even bother to look for a place to stay. She had found a clearing a little ways apart from the road and settled there with nothing but the grass below her, her dark cloak wrapped around her for warmth, and her arm serving as pillow. 

It wasn't the first night she had slepped in such a manner—and it probably wasn't the last, either. 

She was woken by the first rays of sunlight that filtered through the trees. There wasn't many things to clean up or many things to do in order to continue her lonely journey. 

Her destination was her only movitation, and only because of that she resolved to pick some berries from a nearby bush. She knew them from one of the books her father had given her, a nicely-written one with hand-made drawings of certain kinds of plants.

The berries were sweet and fresh in her mouth. She almost smiled to herself in appreciation—but she didn't, of course. A lonely cloaked girl walking in the center of a dirt road smiling to herself would seem a weird thing to anyone who walked by.  

Sooner than she liked, the sun made itself comfortable in the center of the sky, with not a cloud for company. A soft breeze ruffled her cloak. The sides of the road started to reveal labored fields and grasslands. There were people working the lands ocassionally,  waving to her as she passed by. 

The change in the landscape only signaled one thing—she was approaching a smallish town, by the looks of it. 

In these places, there were two types of towns—the ones who had a proper name and a proper Lord, and the ones who were so little they only had one inn and people knew their neighbors from all their life. These towns weren't visited often other than by lonely travelers or  merchants who passed by them to some other big town with a big name. 

She usually liked these small towns. You just passed by with a brief visit to the inn to buy a bite to eat and then you were on your way again. It was small enough that everyone was friendly to you in some way or another.

Thus she decided to stay a while. Maybe even a night, she told herself. 

As she walked she found herself surprised, for she hadn't expected this town to be so lively. Around her, there were a few people walking by—mothers walking with their bouncy children, friendly-looking farmers greeting everyone they knew, the local baker smiling cheerfully at people who bought his goods. It was a long time since she had witnessed a thing such as this.