"Gesturg: Echoes of a Forgotten Town"

Prologue.

                       

                 The large house was being battered by a harsh wind, while the raindrops fell rapidly outside. Lilleth was sitting on her bed with her husband Malcom, feeling exhausted. Her hands hazily turned the page of her book, but her eyes were glossing over the pages, not fully reading the words. Lilleth had spent the day running around her clinic, making tonics, selling them, checking people for the plague, and most importantly, researching. She was beyond tired. 

                 Malcom's voice came from behind her, "You should sleep if you're tired, Lilli. There's no use in staying up if you're just going to sit there and do nothing." Malcom's fingers drew lazy circles on Lilleth's knee, her body drawn up next to his as she read, or at least tried to. Lilleth's eyes flickered up from the page and down to her husband's hand. Malcom had been sitting there behind her for almost an hour, telling her to go to sleep, and although she would never admit it, it was getting quite bothersome to hear her husband's nearly grating blabbering. 

                 "I'm not doing 'nothing', I'm reading," Lilleth spoke, leaning back, her back resting on Malcom's chest. "Seems like you're doing a whole 'lotta nothing to me. You can hardly keep your eyes open right now. Go to sleep," Malcom replied, pressing a kiss to Lilleth's forehead, taking the book from her tired grasp, and putting it on her nightstand. 

                 Lilleth begrudgingly lay on her side, Malcom snuggling up to her back. She could hear that he was whispering something to her, but she couldn't make out exactly what it was he was saying. Malcom kept a hand on Lilleth's hip, tracing small, intricate symbols as he spoke. "Shh..." Lilleth said, closing her eyes. The whispers Malcom made died down, the room silent other than the two's breathing, the sound of the wind, and the rain. The light from the candle flickered against the wall. As Malcom drifted to sleep, Lilleth tossed and turned, her eyes eventually opening as she laid flat against the bed, her back on the stiff, cold mattress. It was an uncomfortable feeling. She turned her head, eyes landing on Malcom's face. He was always saying how tired from work he was. Lilleth, of course, believed him, but it was aggravating for him to complain to her about being tired from work. Every morning, Lilleth woke up at dawn, just to get ready to open the clinic, and then she worked until nearly midnight. She thought to herself that she shouldn't be being so judgemental towards Malcom. He was allowed to feel tired, too, after all.

         

Author's note!

Hey guys, I know I said I would be trying to post once a week, and this prologue took, well, more than a week, but I think this is enough for just the prologue. I will try to be more consistent with my updates.