Young Man's Tale (Chapter 1)

Prologue

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There seated by the tables full of different ages of people from Young to old, and some even have their own title; Knights, Sirs, madam, Lord etc. The clatter of cutlery against the silver plates was interrupted by this young man that exclaimed, ‘ come around here folks no need to be shy! I here just wanted to share a story to you all! Come come, I want only one thing, fellow citizens,’ he said. ‘I ask for you, out of courtesy to me, your opinion to this story that will be told by this very man that is standing right in front of you.’

-LittleHuman (Btw Hope you guys like the first part of this story love for your reviews please do see if there are anything wrong with it and If you like it do click the like and if you love it love it more. and lastly enjoy :) )

Young Man’s Tale
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There is in Demsville, I believe, a marshy area known as Gregteness. Or was it a town? I can't remember. Anyways, there was a young boy who lived near the edge of the area; he wasn't well known or rich. He was just like every other peasant in this piece of land, poor, and treated with torment by the guards that patrolled the area. It so happened that one day he had found a girl his age lying on the damped grass, fainted, possibly from the storm that hit this place last night. She seemed different than any other girl that he knew, much prettier, smaller, lighter, and dressed differently like a girl that lived deep in the center of Gregteness. The sight of her pale skin struck the young boy's heart.
There under the sight of pity, the boy takes her to his hut. Where his pap stretched his eyelids in surprise for, as he too never had seen such a beautiful sight of a young girl. 'Praise lord,' he said. ' You brought a young girl that might just take my dear poor son.' still he is as naive as ever, the boy ignored his pap and brought her up to his room and laid her to rest. Day after day she hadn't move, but with the son's kin heart to help, he kept an eye on her. Just as the 5th day dawns, the boy still fast asleep at her side, she woke slowly from her unconscious state.

She was shocked to find that a boy was lying down against her palm. The sight of the young boy’s curly black hair with the tender white smooth skin against her palm, she slowly retracted her hand away from his face. But then, again she was touched to know that this young boy took close care of her. Minutes later, things started to get real, Guards knocked on the wooden door, hard, so hard that it sounded like the whole hut was going to fall apart. The old pap forced his tired legs up and walked towards the door like he always did when the guards were about to strip anything off of him. As soon as the door swings open slowly, the two guards held up a poster that resembles the young girl’s face, Missing girl, named Emily, Reward five hundred gold coins.

‘Hey notice anything familiar on this poster old chap?’ said one of the guards, the other holding out his hand demanding for some charity that they don’t need.

‘No… nothing familiar from that old poster you hold there, you cripple young lads.’ Grunted the old man.

‘Then be so kindly to share some of your gold as charity to the king.’ Smile the other guard shaking his empty hand.

As the old man took out some gold that he doesn’t call it spare, the young Emily walked down those creaking steps. The guards took shock as they see that girl walking down those steps and bowed to their sincerity.

‘Princess, please come with us immediately. Your king is senseless without you.’ Says one of the guard.

‘Stand up, and give back the gold that you seek to this poor old man as they were the ones whom took care of me for the few days I gone missing.’ Emily said firmly.

That moment the guard stood up, held out the gold, and looked at the old man with bloodshot eyes. There the guard forced the gold into the old man’s hand and whispered, ‘you remember this day old man!’ Emily and the guards went on the horses back and rode into the city of Gregteness. The old pap fell back down to his chair and cover his hand over his face in fear, ‘Dear lord,’ He cried ‘is this my punishment for not stopping my son from bringing a random stranger into the hut?’

The boy woke without knowing that anything happened during his deep nap. He confused, and cried, as he didn’t know why that girl did not say goodbye before she left the hut, and not only that it seemed that it too also made his pap sad and furious. From that very day, every night he dreams of her glossy brown hair and how her eyebrows would just knit together during the night. The moonshine washes over her pale skin turning it bright silver just like a goddess. A tear rolled down to his cheeks.