// 𝓔𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 //

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪

The wind blew across the vast land, swaying the grass and leaves into a steady rhythm. The sounds of birds chirping can be heard in the air, making the day seem almost perfect. Almost. The day may seem perfect, but it was the day of the year that marks when it happened long before. Artemas Filipiak lost one person that was his world. Their dying breath forever carved into the back of his mind. Their skin turned colder by the second while he couldn't do anything. From then on, not wanting to fall for anyone again, he was always home. He found nothing better to do than to sleep. All his days were nothing but slept away, keeping his mind filled with dreams of his lover being there, loving him endlessly. It was all but a continuous cycle of want that couldn't be fulfilled. Even so, on the days he feels the need to feel the sun tenderly warm up his skin, he gets up and tries his best to make the day worth everything. Those days being today.

As the dawn breaks into his small hobbit house, he started to stir awake. He blinks a few times, adjusting to the streaks of light falling onto his face. His light, strawberry blonde hair was messy, while his aquamarine eyes still a bit glossy. He sat up and stretched, earning the satisfying sound of popping his bones. He looked around the room, it being filled with his belongings. They varied from small little trinkets to various big books that sat on a filled bookshelf. Each were filled with little information about the world he lives in. From the mobs to the plants that grow in the abundance of different biomes. He smiled at them, knowing that he should get back to reading about the dimension known as The End. Even if he never gets up, he still makes priorities to fill his day. For now, he has to get ready and go to the village not that far from his mushroom house. It's a great walk through the forest nearby, making everything a little bit happier. He got up and undressed himself while walking towards his antique wardrobe. It was filled with enough clothes for him to be pleased. He dressed in a tan, worn-out button up with light brown pants that stopped at his ankles. It was simple, yet comfortable enough for the travel. He tended to his wild hair and brushed it thoroughly. Once that was over, he went to the bathroom to finish the routine.

He walked out of his comforting room and made his way to the kitchen. The settled dust picking up on his feet notify him that he really needs to clean the place, otherwise it would look abandoned. Just for you my love, he thought. He smiled sadly and continued on his way to the kitchen. Once he made it, he looked through what he had, seeing what went bad while he slept away. "Most of my food seems to be fine, just a few perished. I shouldn't get this much when I know I don't eat all the time," he mumbled as he threw away the now nonedible food. He turned around and used what he had to make breakfast. Cracking an egg on a frying pan, toasting some bread in another, it seemed he had enough left for a perfect meal. While it was cooking, he lightly dusted his dining table, not wanting any of the particles on his food. After, he placed his breakfast on the table and started to eat. It has been a while since he ate. But how long was it this time? Was it a week? Maybe two, or three? He slowed his eating, now thinking, calculating the days that past. He would ask later when he made it to the village, but it was at least somewhat fun to guess. The season didn't seem change to him, so he didn't sleep for months, thank the gods, but the outside was a tad bit warmer. The last time he decided to live out a day, it was a cold day, the leaves all over the ground, no birds were chirping either. Maybe he did sleep in for a season; he might as well be a hibernating animal. He shook off the thoughts, instead focusing on his food.

After cleaning his dishes, as well as his whole hobbit home, he finally decided to leave for the village. He grabbed his moss green cloak that bared a beautiful sapphire jeweled clasp that was lined with the finest of gold. He also grabbed a crown he loved to wear; it being worn down over the years of his adventures he took. The jewels on top still shined through the dirt and muck. Quickly putting on his boots, he made his way to the door just to turn around, and look at the place once more. Do I have everything, he thought, thoroughly looking around the tiny house. He shook his head slightly and checked his body. Sword, check, list of items, check, bag, no. He huffed and went to his room to grab the last item he needed and swiftly left. He locked the door and started the walk. The grass wasn't a brown color like last time, it was much greener and vibrant. All the leaves seem to be growing back as well, so maybe a season did past. He smiled, breathing in the new smell of spring. "God, I suck at telling when Autumn is over," he laughed to himself. He continued on his way, looking at the scenery change from a bright meadow to a deep brooding forest that is filled with dark oak trees. There were lanterns, placed to make sure travelers don't get lost during the nights where the moon is not able to shine through the big leaves. The path that Artemas came to love always comforted him, whether it be on a cold winter's night, to a day just like this. Small critters pasted by once in a while, Artemas taking mental notes on what did. It seemed they were curious of him, considering how often they scurried past. He gently smiled, stopping in his tracks to sit down a while on a tree stump close by. He closed his eyes, listening to the enchanting sound of the forest. The leaves crunched nearby, letting him know that a person or animal was trying to approach him. He slowly opened one of his eyes and was met with a doe trying to sniff him. slowly moving, he reached out to it, startling it a tad bit. "Don't worry, I don't bite little one," he softly whispered, to which the doe's curiosity return. It slowly inched closer, making sure that the being in front kept its word. He sniffed their hand, finding it rather a soft smell that comforted the little creature. Like a smell of an allium that freshly bloomed. The doe seemed to be calm enough, so Artemas slowly moved his hand to the doe's head. It stiffened while he slowly patted the little creature. It gratefully enjoyed it, then ran off to continue walking with his mother not too far away. Artemas smiled getting up and continued on his way, enjoying every little thing he saw.