Young Man's Tale (Chapter 2)

Writer's Announcement

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LH Apologizes for the late issue for the new chapter, LH is busy at the moment, things kept coming up, LH hopes that you like the newly issued chapter 2. LH sincerely hopes that you laugh at this sentence.

There might have some really made up things at the last few paragraph I apologize readers (this chapter is starting to explain into depths of like you know area etc.), And something special you readers should heads up to. @@@Everything in this story is made up at the spot@@@ So If you have any ideas/suggestions/fan-ish things you want to see in the next chapter don't be shy to state/comment at the bottom of this lovely story!

Lastly Enjoy this issue sincerely! It will still be continued with your support and likes, probably little amount of spare donations will help too. :)

~LH

Young Man’s Tale

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Few years gone have by after the incident, about 5 years I presume? The boy and his pap’s lives have gotten harder than before. They had to cultivate more land, harvest more food as the population of Gregteness began to fluctuate. The boy’s memory of who he had fallen for turned into fragmented pieces that could be hardly be restored even with the greatest of minds. The only thing that he remembered was the beauty of her smooth skin and the glossiness of her hair, though recently he had started to think that all he remembered was really just a dream. He had grown into a man within these few years under stress and tides of inconvenience given by the constant trouble of the patrolling guards.

‘Ah… the setting sun sure made the sky bright orange. Reminds me of the tomato soup that your mother used to cook for you, Connor.’ Pap said dreamingly towards the sky, then followed with a cry.

Connor remained silent, as he had been hearing his Pap moaning about his mother every now and then. The only thing going on his mind was all about money; hoping he would get a good profit from what he had harvested today. Oh he is not those people that are craving about money in their brain the whole time, unlike those dignified men in the town.

There went Connor lifting those freshly cooked bags of loafs on the cart for his second time. “One, two, three!” Puff.

–Donkey slowly dragging the cart into town- the clucking of the hoofs crunching down onto the gravel road.

“Hey young fellow, … May I take that donkey of yours for 30 gold coins? I need that lively animal of yours for my travel down the road to a Kingdom call Sethherd.” An aged man exclaimed.

Nothing more than a squabble; Connor loosen the straps around the Donkey and traded it for gold.

The rest of the journey was just tough to Connor but despite the rocky roads he had passed he still thought the trade was worth it. Donkeys cost way less than horses, about 10 to 15 gold coins depending on their age, and horses are just double the price of donkeys. He could just go back home with three other donkeys with the extra money he got from that old chap.

The town was noisy. The streets in town were smoked with charcoal and reeked the smell of dirty sweat. As Connor walked down the wide streets to the centre of town he could see children in ragged clothes hiding in each and every dark corner. Peasants, he said.

He came to the town square, where all the trading of supplies, equipments occurred. Connor casually dropped the handles of the cart at a spot and started crying out loud, announcing his arrival and readiness to sell what he had. Each loaf cost 1 silver coin, wasn't that much really, but the loafs were pretty cherished in this town so selling them wasn’t a problem. There were about five thousand folks living in Gregteness, poor to rich, evil and kind. But none of them had the heart to donate to anyone that was a panhandler, so the kindness in Gregteness was only towards the riches. Gregteness’s mayor was also not a very standup man; he couldn’t do anything without the help of his sheriff, so basically the whole town was under the hands of the sheriff but he wasn’t important, really.

About two hour had gone pass, the sun was about to set and customers were coming less frequently at this moment of time. Connor started getting ready to move down to the stables for a fine donkey, as he was packing a cold hand tapped his shoulders. He was frighten a little, but as he turned he saw a lady wearing a dirty old cloak with her long glossy hair sticking out and her beautiful lips revealing out from the cloak. He couldn’t really make out who she was. But by the ring on her finger it showed that it wasn’t just any normal folk in town. Some high ranked lady probably from the kingdom.

“Do you still have some spare loaf?” Pleaded Lady.

“Uh… yeah? But you don’t seem like some poor lady at least pay half a silver penny.” Connor firmly said.

“I don’t have any on me at the moment please spare one or … just half a loaf, anything! Please!” she pleaded harder.

“Alright, this isn’t much, but should keep yourself full for the night.” Connor sighed.

“Thank you! Thank you. !” The lady blessed his kindness and walked off.

Connor from afar sees her with the bag of loaf, taking each and every piece of loaf and gave it to the children that were starving from hunger, and even to those were dying from diseases. Connor smirked and went off to the stables for a donkey. The dawn of the new moon arises, as he leaves Gregteness, the chilly wind swiftly brushes through the hair of Connor, hmm her lips ... reminds me of something …