Wildberry's Point Of View
"G'd evening Wildberry! Haven't seen you working the border shift AND a night shift in awhile." he says with a gleeful grin, going up to me and patting my shoulder.
I lightly move the hand on my shoulder off and give him a stern look.
"What's with the long face? Are you tired or somethin-"
"Look man. I'm not in the mood for your energetic chit chats. Can you leave me alone? Please?" I say, in a rather harsh tone.
His eyes slightly expand in shock but quickly turn back. Guilt and confusion show on his almond skin as he looks at me like I'm an alien.
"You can't be serious. Can't believe I walked all the way here just for you to shut me up in my second sentence. Maybe my efforts to make a friendship with you is rather useless..."
No expression. No thoughts. And absolutely no reaction. I know I'm in the wrong but I don't care. I want a peaceful and quiet evening.
"As expected... No reaction from the greatest, and one and only, Wildberry Knight'. Change for the better, will you? Cause citizens don't want a walking brick wall as someone they look up too. Good evening and have a good shift, I'm heading to my hut. "
He gracefully walks away with his coat touching the blades of grass. I can sense the warmness of his saffron coat as it detects his emotion towards the temperature around him. The emotion im sensing is anger and betrayal.
It's strange how people actually want to become friends with a monotonous person like me. I thought I made it obviously that I'm not into talking to people, but they still make the effort to talk to me. Saffrons words still hurt though. It made sense to me that people are actually looking up to a stone statue instead of someone heroic and someone who likes talking to their citizens. They don't want someone who hates talking to them, or someone that doesn't say a word either.
Hearing those words "do better" hits hard from the past. A line that my parents used to tell me when I did something wrong. Hearing it recently deeply pierced needles to my heart and alluded sorrow in my feelings despite not showing it.
A few more second's pass by of hearing nothing but insects and saffrons footsteps fading away as he goes to his hut a half a mile away. Stars shine bright as the blue nebula like color glimmer in the vast sky of this universe. It was time for me to head into my hut.
My hut isn't necessary big. It reminded me of a straw hut in those little cartoon shows. There's nothing in here except a rusty working clock, a chair, a small tiny bed, tea packets and insta coffee packets with a mug, a glowing lantern that's been on for who knows how long, and a tiny picture frame. This frame displays a family picture of me, my mom, and my dad. An important mention is this was the last picture taken of us before my both parents went into war with another distant kingdom. I never heard back from my parents after I was left at my house behind, until hollyberry came to my house that one night.
Oh, so vividly, I remember that cold night. The night when she knocked on the door as I set a small prayer to no god or no leader, just myself with faith before going to bed. How I went down the creeking wooden steps excited to see if they came home after week three. When I opened the door, I wasn't excited, I was just severely confused and an unexpected shock.
Talking about this makes my gut wrench. I'll stop here before I get sick.
My wooden hut has a large rectangular window displaying the front view of where I'm sitting. It's a perfect way to detect monsters from appearing when observing out the window outside the lookout. Don't tell anyone, but I usually take naps on my small bed if there's no commotion, but thats on rare occasions.
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