"From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of champions
Will have our names plated gold in town square!"
Peals of laughter echoed throughout the village, bouncing off white snow. Children circled a masked man who waved a strange sword around chivalrously, the blade coming close enough to make the parents take a cautionary step towards their kids.
Orange hair and a bird's beak was Lexis' first physical impression of this man, who was much, much older than he was. Rowdy words and fictional stories were Lexis' first reasons to be drawn into the circle.
"Bird guy! Tell us another story!"
"Well aren't you a cutie! You did give me a run for my money with that little wood stick of yours.." The masked man trailed off, considering how he should keep the children's attention. Clapping his hands to indicate an idea, he flashed a loud grin and held up two gloved fingers.
"All of you who want another story, find me two pebbles from around the village! A little sneak-peak, this one's a story of a prissy, infuriatingly tall blue-haired knight, beautiful, deadly and annoying to no end..."
The man's court of kids had disappeared before he could finish his sentence, all trying to formulate a plan to get more rocks than the others to impress the stranger from afar.
Lexis looked around to find a pile of small stones right by his feet, keeping the snow from the roots of a small flower. Scooping up two on a whim, he walked up to the man and dropped them into his hands. He looked up with a smile, much like the one the stranger had displayed earlier, only to find the man's previous rowdy air gone.
Their breaths clouded as Lexis nervously ran his right thumb over his left knuckle. The snow began to fall again, so he tucked the bottom of his face deeper into the Treinhog scarf he wore, still in the silent standoff.
The man spoke.
"Lexis?"
The children crowded around them again, hands spilling with rocks, but the man was gone; and Lexis could only stare at the empty space the flaming redhead had been only seconds before, and the impression that his boots left behind.
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A bloody mask adorned his face as he trudged through the snow. A carcass dragged behind him, leaving a trail of crimson as he paraded around the village, bodies littered in every room with an open door, the cold climate keeping them from rotting. He arrived at the head house, a shack much larger than the others where the village chief had resided. No, was residing.
The teen couldn't take it another way.
Stopping at the foot of the stairs, the creature's neck, lacking a head, lolled limply onto the stone.
It was quiet.
"I killed it." the teen called, voice hoarse.
When there was no reply, he repeated himself. Louder.
"I killed it!"
The animal's fur smelled like dead rabbits and bird down, the dirt beneath the pine trees and the pine needles themselves. It wafted over to the boy as he repeated his statement again and again, marching up the steps angrily.
"I KILLED IT!" He kicked open the stone door, ripping it off metal hinges.
An old man was sitting on a chair, eyes closed. Meditating?
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General FictionHeya! This's a book about my OC's backstories (as is already very obvious). Some uploads may be long, some may be short, but I hope at least some of them can give you the fictional respite you need! Good reading to ya'll :DD
