The Warrior

Everything Is Not As It Seems

          I had to sneak into the castle, seeing as I looked like a harlot at the time. My hair was unbrushed and a giant mess of curls, my shirt still soaked through. Climbing up a castle wall in leather pants was not something I had ever thought that I would achieve when I became Death's student, but I never had thought that I would see three naked men at the same time either. My thighs were going to be chaffed after this, and I knew Death was still going to make me train harder than ever. Not that the thigh chaffing and three naked men where related. I would rather fight an army of Elves than be in that situation again.

          Pulling myself through the window I glanced around, checking to make sure I was alone. Satisfied that this was the case, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and dressed in sleep attire. It may be daytime still, but I was going to sleep until they dragged me out of bed. I locked my doors and windows, making sure that my room was secure. While doing so I caught a glimpse of my reflection in my looking glass, causing me to sigh. I didn't look like myself. I felt unnatural, and the only time that feeling resided was when I slept. Yawning, my body started to relax itself, signaling my return to my bed. Snuggling into the pillows and blankets of comfort, I finally let myself go. Drifting into sleep, all restraint slipped away, and I knew true peace once again. If I had known I wasn't alone, I never would have done it.