a fairy tale II - the world
Autor: Cecil
When he went through the streets at night he knew the houses around him to bear the remnants of their former owners foul bodies inside, leaving them to rot away until the disease would only be told of in fairy tales. His pack strayed around him, sniffling here and there, being the only survivors he had met this far, although he had been wandering for weeks, possibly month. He didn't know, since it didn't matter.
When he walked along the river he was riding towards the next realm, which would cost him several days, to deliver a message.
When he lay silently in his room he was in the dungeon underneath the empty cathedral, relaxing just some more moments before his shift began.
When he sat in school, nearly falling asleep from boredom, he and his two comrades were tired because of the night spent fighting at the borders. Some of the few who cared for the safety of the people, recieving wise council in turn like "spent some more time for your homework" and the ocassional weird look from some of their classmates for their dishevelled and bloodied clothes.
There were rather cruel parts of the world where Cecil liked to travel the most. He was the unseen observer when innocent beings where totured mentally and phyically into despair, hatred, madness. He delighted in studiyng the suffering. How it was caused, how it changed the people and the mind of those ones who inflicted it on others.
tbc.