Reborn as A Snake! (3.) [ONGOING]

(1). - Quiet Life.

      It was a quiet and very peaceful morning that day. The morning dew was slowly trickling down the leaves of the trees, the gentle wind was blowing with a soft fragrance of lavender and the mornings rising sun was beginning to cast its first rays of light upon the forest.

I woke up early, though still a bit sleepy. It was going to be a long day infront me - a very long one. Getting out of bed, I moved to the mirror in my room and looked into it — my hair was an absolute mess and I overall looked like I had just awoken from a thousand year old slumber.

Yawning lightly, I grabbed a comb made of dark wood, which was sitting on a small table next to the mirror and quickly began to comb and untangle my hair — it was a bit of a nightmare, like it usually was, however it didn't take as long as one would expect. In just a few minutes, I was done and my hair was back to a smooth and long appearance.

After I had successfully combed my hair, I placed the comb back onto the table by the mirror, before grabbing a small band made of Wolven fur. Using the band, I quickly caught most of my long hair into a pony tail on the back, before looking at it in the mirror, just to confirm it, before moving back to my bed.

Afterwards, I got dressed, changing out of the outfit I usually wore when going to bed, into my usual outfit that I wore day to day. Once everything was on, I grabbed a scarf and threw it around my neck, before grabbing a jacket and throwing it also on, before moving to the door of my room, placing my right hand onto its cold and dense knob, opening the door and leaving my room — closing the room door behind me.

Outside of my room, the entire house was silent. There wasn't a single sound that could be heard inside of the entire building - not even the usual sound of small rodents scurrying or the creaking of the floor boards.

Making my way down the stairs, I entered into the small kitchen area of the downstairs, walking over to a small pot that was placed off to the side and picking it up, before placing it ontop of four rather thick and bent metal plates, that surrounded a put out fire, going up and bending inwards. Placing the pot on top, I leaned to grab a small chunk of a blackened crystalline rock and another chunk of a less blackened, but still, a crystalline looking rock. One was a chunk of natural and hardened coal while the other was a small chunk of grey obsidian.

Hitting the two rocks together, I managed to create sparks that fell towards the small burnt wood pile underneath the pot and with a couple of attempts, managed to use these sparks to ignite a flame.

After the fire was started, I placed the two stones back where I had taken them from, before standing back up and stretching out before picking up a metal bucket by the counter and moving to the front door of the house, unlocking it and opening it up — letting in the gentle breeze of the wind that carried the soft smell of lavender and the sunlights rays that threw themselves down at me the moment the door opened.

What a beautiful morning it was.
Moving outside, I walked over to a small well that was nearby the house, before hooking up a hook to the bucket and letting it down the well, keeping a tight grip on the slightly rusted, but still sturdy handle.

Once lowered deep enough, I ensured that the bucket was fully filled, before reeling it back up and grabbing a hold of the handle, unhooking the hook and picking the bucket up again. Right as I was about to turn around and go inside my house, a carriage suddenly drove by, stopping next to the small dirt path that connected the house to the main dirt road. On the carriage, manning it, was a man dressed in a very formal outfit - a black suit with black trousers and very fancy shoes. He also wore a small black hat, which covered most of his short, grey hair but still left some of it visible.

I looked at the man as he reached into his carriage and took out a rolled up, large paper that was tied with a small rope. Picking up his view towards me, he smiled with a wide and warm smile, his grey moustache following the smile.