"Come on Azazel were going to miss Lady Brona's birthday's procession!" my older sister Mary yelled pulling my arm as we ran along the freezing road. Mary rushed along the road pushing through the crowds of people packed like a can of sardines while dragging me along "watch where you're going you stupid brats". I look up and see a slightly plump middle-aged man with what looks to be scars left by some sort of magical beast. Mary pulls me in close and buries my head in her stomach "I'm so sorry sir please forgive us" she says in a timid tone of voice squeezing my body out of fear. After what seemed like a minute or so she released me from her stomach and let out a heavy sigh and starts walking through the crowds at a slower pace. Looking back I spot the man again walking in the opposite direction from us. He wore a long pure black trench coat that was in impeccable condition with a white armband with a red star on it "hurry up Azazel were almost there". Mary pushed me to the front of the street and stood behind me. Mary was a tall and lean girl with long black hair that reached down to her pelvis. Her long slender arms wrapped around my shoulders with both of her arms having near my sternum. Looking up I noticed that behind all the dirt and grime that layered across her face was a pretty and kind face that could light up the world "Lady Brona!" "Lady Brona's carriage is here!" she squealed excitedly. The crowd roared into life at the sight of the Nobel family's procession with white stallions pulling extravagant white and gold carriages followed by soldiers dressed up in the same pure black coat and white armbands but they have a spear instead of a fireball. A brass family started bellowing music causing the crowd to start cheering louder as a white open carriage with rose gold flower decorations came into view. The carriage has two girls who both looked to be in their mid to late teens waving into the crowds. One of the girls was as pale as the snow with blonde hair in a slim-fitting black dress while the other was a stark contrast as she has hair that was as dark as the endless void with a nice fitting white suit. "Happy Birthday Lady Brona we love you!" the crowd cheered a violently waved in an attempt to get her attention. The blonde girl gave off an infectious smile and waved to the crowd. "Azazel its rude not to wave and whish her a happy birthday" Mary yelled that was almost drowned out by all the noise going around. Sheepishly I lifted my hand and waved towards the carriages. The carriages and soldiers passed this part of the street and the crowds started to disperse until me and my sister just remained. Mary was holding my hand tightly but shaking seeming hesitant to leave "Mary are you okay?" I ask looking up to make eye contact but her eyes were focused somewhere else. She stared into the distance for what seemed like an eternity in the blistering cold when she finally snapped out of it "Sorry Azazel I got caught in thought. Lets go home" she said with a distant smile and led me home.
As the night grew long the temperature continued to plummet. My feet felt heavy and my legs started to stiffen. "what did you think of the Lady Brona's procession? It was pretty amazing wasn't it... I wish we could live like that I mean wouldn't it be nice to live in a palace surrounded by servants" I Looked over and saw Mary looking at me inquisitively. "I don't want crowds to be looking at me when I'm travelling down the streets" I replied making Mary giggle. "Fair enough. What do you want for dinner tomorrow?" Mary asked "... don't we just that stew that the guards give us?" I asked confused why she would ask such a question. "Your big sister got a high paying job. I now earn 1 silver a week!" she exclaimed excitedly "what really!" I yelled making the wet cold completely disappear from my mind. My sister and I continue to talk about all the opportunities we will have with her job and before we knew it we were home.
Lying on a bundle of straw that one of the local farmers gifted to us I pretended to be asleep to not worry Mary. Mary was sitting on the dirt floor and watching me like a hawk. Our house was better described as a rundown shack rather than a house but it was all we had. The roof had many holes, mould on the walls and mice lived in our straw bed. Footsteps grew close and Mary stood up looking like she was trying to stay strong. Struggling to keep my eyes open I saw the same man with scars on his face enter our house. The moonlighted intruding through the holes in the roof showed the deep grooves of the scars "Walk" he said turning on his heel and leaving with Mary following close behind. Lacking the strength and heavily fatigued from the cold I my body wouldn't listen to me and everything slowly faded into darkness. A warm fuzzy thing ran up my leg towards my torso jutting me awake. Looking up at the roof I saw a dark clouds but thankfully it wasn't snowing. Sitting up I looked for Mary who sleeps in the same bed but was unusually absent. 'She must be at her job' I thought to myself while getting up. Outside I saw a small crowd make a large commotion and curiosity got the better of me. I dawdled into the crowd 'I wonder where Mary's job is? I hope she's okay that soldier with the scars gives me the creeps-'. Mary's body was staring into my soul fully naked with soldiers hovering over her. Mary's corpse has bruising around the Neck area with multiple lacerations running down her body which left a large puddle of crimson red blood. The strength in my legs left me causing me to fall to my knees and start sobbing profusely. After nonstop crying a hand starts patting my back in an attempt to comfort me "I'm sorry for your loss son" a gentle and calming voice said. Looking at the man who was patting my back I managed to find the words "she was my sister. Why?" before breaking down again. "I know son... I know" he said in a slightly more sombre tone. The soldiers dispersed the crowd and removed the body while I remained on my knees crying until I ran out of tears. "I'm sorry son but I'm going to need you to come with me" the soldier said lifting me to my feet. Grabbing my hand he led me towards a carriage where the plump man with the scars on his face was standing there with a stern look.
"HEY ARE YOU ALIVE... I THINK I FOUND A LIVE ON-" a loud explosion cut off whoever was talking and bringing myself back to my senses. I roll over to my right to see a corpse of a someone who looked roughly 16 years old but his head was blown off only leaving his lower jaw which was slack with blood running down it. Looking up I saw the Holy Republic of Steinsburg's knights charging towards us with their mages throwing fireballs indiscriminately killing anyone from the Freedom Militia. 'I want to leave. I wish be anywhere else other than here. Pleases let me go somewhere far far away' the world goes black for a second and I feel myself being dragged into the ground. I close my eyes thinking this is the end but nothing comes. The sound of trees rustling and birds chirping fills my ears causing me to open my eyes. The once grassy plains of the Holy Republic of Steinburg has been replaced by a large forest.
Hi there this is my first attempt at a novel of some sorts. please feel free to let me know what you think and please excuse grammar and spelling mistakes as I'm dyslexic but I'm planning on working on it. if you have any questions please ask