Post by Alezand Jozlyn on Feb 5, 2011 19:28:34 GMT -5
The lights have been out for more than a year now, as per the recollection of the neighbors. One may hear them say they miss the warm glow that used to emanate from the modest two story home. Something about it's inhabitants made that house seem more welcoming in the harsh winter gray than others on the lane. But it has been dark now for more than a year. All buttoned up and quiet, it has often been the topic of curious conversation. What happened to the owner? No sale sign ever appeared in front, and the kingdom never reclaimed it, so one would assume the owner was still alive and around. But who leaves a nice house like this for so long? Unattended, without warning or arrangements.
In the late winter drab, a single figure slowly makes its way up the dark lane. All the other houses and their families have turned in already. No one sees the man silently trudging through the snow, slip through the gate and stop at the stoop. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a single brass key, and slips it into the lock. It clicks open deafeningly as the sound reverberates through the empty rooms. The figure steps over the threshold and reaches into his cloak to pull out a small lantern, and lights it. Alezand then lowers his hood as he gazes at what time and neglect as done. There is a considerable layer of dust on most of the surfaces, and the fireplace needs tending. But there is still a strong hint of the warmth and charity this house once afforded.
Alezand remembered when he bought this house, and having Tyanno and him staying here, later to be joined by Adrienne. Seemed so very long ago, he was pleasantly surprised to find it exactly as he left it. He lit a few more lamps around the first floor and went to work on the fireplace. He had set a heavy sack on the table in the foyer, and upon completing the cleaning and inspection of the fire, he reached into the sack and pulled out a fresh chicken, which he bought at the market earlier. A little seasoning, and onto the spit, he placed the meat into the fire. He inspected all the rooms while the meal cooked. Everything was as it should be. Sleeping in his bed again will be such a joyous feeling, he thought to himself. He came back downstairs and pulled the bird off the fire. He sat on the couch, next to the fire, with the table pulled up to it, eating his dinner in peace.
After cleaning up and dousing the fire, he made his way up the stairs and retired in his bed. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in this bed. In fact he couldn't remember the last time he got a full restful sleep. Life was not always kind to the warrior, but he always made due. He fell into a coma like sleep unlike he had experienced in a long time. Morning came as its beams of sun pierced the room from the window. Alezand woke with a start.
In the late winter drab, a single figure slowly makes its way up the dark lane. All the other houses and their families have turned in already. No one sees the man silently trudging through the snow, slip through the gate and stop at the stoop. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a single brass key, and slips it into the lock. It clicks open deafeningly as the sound reverberates through the empty rooms. The figure steps over the threshold and reaches into his cloak to pull out a small lantern, and lights it. Alezand then lowers his hood as he gazes at what time and neglect as done. There is a considerable layer of dust on most of the surfaces, and the fireplace needs tending. But there is still a strong hint of the warmth and charity this house once afforded.
Alezand remembered when he bought this house, and having Tyanno and him staying here, later to be joined by Adrienne. Seemed so very long ago, he was pleasantly surprised to find it exactly as he left it. He lit a few more lamps around the first floor and went to work on the fireplace. He had set a heavy sack on the table in the foyer, and upon completing the cleaning and inspection of the fire, he reached into the sack and pulled out a fresh chicken, which he bought at the market earlier. A little seasoning, and onto the spit, he placed the meat into the fire. He inspected all the rooms while the meal cooked. Everything was as it should be. Sleeping in his bed again will be such a joyous feeling, he thought to himself. He came back downstairs and pulled the bird off the fire. He sat on the couch, next to the fire, with the table pulled up to it, eating his dinner in peace.
After cleaning up and dousing the fire, he made his way up the stairs and retired in his bed. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in this bed. In fact he couldn't remember the last time he got a full restful sleep. Life was not always kind to the warrior, but he always made due. He fell into a coma like sleep unlike he had experienced in a long time. Morning came as its beams of sun pierced the room from the window. Alezand woke with a start.
