A Cold-Blooded POV-Chapter 40 Downfall
Inside of a worn down barn house, far past the few stables of animal enclosures, there was a boy no older than 19 years old. Blake twisted and turned on top of the bronze-colored hay. The prickly hay was obviously uncomfortable, it continuously poked at the boy, it's repetitive bristles made his back and sides itch achingly. Unable to endure for much longer, he sat up, scratching his body.
His long white — almost grey hair swayed and landed on his back, other parts covered his face. The boy himself was pale, it looked as if he had missed out on most meals, his skinny body was sore and red from sleeping on top of something so uncomfortable, still, this was better than sleeping on nothing at all. 𝐟𝘳𝑒𝗲𝘸e𝒃𝘯𝒐𝐯e𝚕.c𝒐𝒎
The smell of horse and pig excrements immediately assaulted his nose, however, he continued to breathe like normal. He had grown to realize that no matter how much he covered his nose, the smell would still remain. 𝘧𝔯e𝗲𝙬ℯ𝙗𝓷o𝘷e𝗹.𝐜𝑜𝒎
He could still remember the first time he had to sleep here, he complained about everything, from the smell to the prickly hay he had to sleep on, thinking back on it now though, Blake just shook his head.
'No. Complaining about things now is just a waste of energy' he thought.
The roosters around the barn yelled their lungs out, as if to call to the gods. This let Blake know that it was time to get up. Stretching his legs and arms, he stood up, reaching down to pick up his small pieces of leather armaments. After equipping his gear and boots he reached for his sword that he had purchased a few days ago.
It was a ordinary sword, not even the right sword he needed for his class as a magic swordsman, however, magic swords costed too much for him at the moment. The sword was of poor quality, far below the standards he grew accustomed to within the Tremblebane guild.
Once finished equipping the sword onto his waist he opened the stable's door to exit. Upon his first step out, his foot landed inside of something mushy and soft.
Without even having to look down, a sigh escaped Blake's lips, the odor that lifted, floating into his nostrils was enough to inform him of what he had just laid his foot into. He closed his eyes and laughed self deprecatedly.
'Of course' he thought, welcoming his horrible luck. He had grown accustomed to such terrible luck at this point, it was this luck that got him in this situation in the first place, after all.
He lifted his head, looking out of the window at a raining snow that fell from the sky, a few clouds were scattered across it. It wasn't gonna be long until the loud bell would ring out through the town's walls, announcing that it had reached noon. Blake shivered slightly, getting ready for the coldness of the wind and snow outside.
He then began moving toward the exit of the barn, as he walked he never completely dropped his right foot on the ground, he didn't want to spread the animal dung around the barn more than it already was, this was his home at the moment after all. e back until midnight when everyone is sleep, ya hear? Any slip up and you gettin the hell outta here". Saying this the man rubbed his hands together before placing them into his coat pockets, away from the painful cold, then he turned around and walked away, toward his farm house.
As soon as the man turned around Blake's innocent smile vanished immediately, being replaced with a disgusted expression. His eyes shined with a cold glint.
