Heaven's Light (Book 1)

Chapter 4 - Jeriah

I slept like a rock that night. Battles usually made it easier for me to sleep the next night, whether I partook in them or not. When I woke up, I was back at the Heaven's Light guild hall. Sunlight radiated through the eastern windows, showing that it was somewhere between morning and afternoon in the day time.

I raised my head and realized I had been passed out on one of the many wooden tables placed in the room. My reluctant hand swiped across my chin, eliminating the stream of drool pooling out of my mouth. I stretched my body out, squirming in the blue-colored booth as I attempted to ease the discomfort I suddenly felt in my joints. I felt like I had just taken a beating from somebody, leaving bruises all over my body and a pang in my head. It left me with an uneasy feeling.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked across the table and saw a certain orange-haired wizard passed out in the other booth, his body sprawled across the light blue seat. His head was tilted backwards, mouth wide open, snoring quietly. That would surely give him some aches and pains later.

Turning around, I gazed over the rest of the guild hall. It was bustling with the activity of other members of Heaven's Light. Some were near the two-door, stone entrance, ready to leave and help some people out with their tasks. Others were taking their places at some of the booths and talking amongst their little social circles. And some were gathered around the bar area that was to the right of the inside entrance, acquiring food and drinks to intake or staring and watching Virdigo sashay her way around the bar.

Virdigo was one of the most beautiful wizards in the entire country. Not necessarily my opinion, it was just a fact known by any person living here. She was always wearing a sleeveless, light blue dress that fluttered slightly below her knee. It accentuated her figure so much, the guys were always falling head over heels whenever they saw her. Her black hair was usually left cascading down her back and shoulders within twirling range of her slender fingers. She almost always had a smile on her face and made the best out of every situation. If somebody was having a hard time, she would listen to every word that person had to say, and know exactly what to say to make them feel better. It was almost hard to believe she was even a wizard, a powerful one at that. Nobody ever saw her use her magic. It gave her a little mystery.

I turned my attention back to the sleeping fox that was sprawled before me. His crimson cape did him no justice here; it didn't even cover his face. Thick, orange strands of hair hung from his head and rested in a pile on the wooden barrier surrounding the edge of the booth. His white tunic was exposed and caught rays of sunlight entering from the windows. It was almost blinding how white it appeared. Luckily, his crimson boots were kicked up onto the table, blocking some of the blindingness of his tunic.

His arm twitched.

"Red?"

He scrunched up his face and groaned. "Why am I so stiff?" He covered his face with his left hand, attempting to wipe away the sleep from his eyes.

I smirked, despite the uneasy feeling I had about our similar conditions. "You might wanna look at the position you're in. That might answer your question."

His eyes fluttered open, exposing chocolate brown irises. He pulled his chin to his chest and glanced down at himself, then moaned and dropped his head back to where it was before, letting loose a deep groan.

"What was I thinking, falling asleep like this?"

I straightened my black cloak evenly across my shoulder span. "I don't know, but I was asleep here, too. I've only been awake maybe a minute or two."

Red finally kicked his feet down and righted himself in the booth to a more normal position. His head was sunken slightly as he still tried to wake up. "Last thing I remember doing was watching a fight in the forest outside of the city." He rubbed his eyes.