Season of spring-13 days
511AV
‘Deciding to walk through the night was a stupid idea.’ Hayl thought as he parted the trees and finally hit the clearing with the pink morning sun beaming on him. His feet ached with the pulsating sensation of overuse. His breath deep and tiresome, still he refused to admit he was tired by gasping through his mouth, even if it meant struggling with the lack of oxygen through his nose. A decently experienced man at staying quiet and subtle, flustered by the long night of exertion, his subtly was gone some hours ago. He closed his eyes and allowed himself the deep breath through his mouth as the setting in front of him was the sole requirement for his ease of stress.
“Finally…” he muttered. His aching pace continued till he mounted the hill in front of him and saw the city on the lake. Never having traveled this far in his life made this journey quite the experience. The native of Sunberth was long past due for his departure from that despicable place and heard stories of the unique city before him that he grew so fond of just from imagining. After the hellish night he had put himself through, and from what he could see now, he decided it was even better.
Hayl was still young, he could talk like an experienced grown man, but still suffered from certain childish tendencies that he would never admit to. The very thing that pushed him to not rest was a strange sensation. The open road is a dangerous place, and any child knows that, but if you find a decent place to rest that appears to be safe and secure, you should take it. Hayl was faced with the decision to rest or keep moving three times in the night, but he could not bring himself to stop. He was no master of silence, but he did see himself a student. One of the things he understood was that silence is almost like an entity, or perhaps a song. It has its consistencies and anything out of place should be recognized. He could not tell if it was due to the new environment, or if his senses really perceived something, at any rate he could not sleep if he wanted to.
The last boot finally off, he inspected his feet. Terrible blisters on the bottom of his left heel, and a popped one that began to callous on the ball of his right foot. He popped the ones on his heel, not really caring if it was a bad idea or not, then took two shreds of his already too long tunic and shoved them in the appropriate places in his boots to help stop the blood and puss seeping from his open sores, when he was ready to head out again. His feet now in the cool muddy water he finally allowed himself to lay down to close his eyes and catch his breath. The sky still streaking its colors of a night losing its battle to the day was appealing, and he took note of how much the clouds looked like butter spread on bread. His stomach grumbled and he winced as he realized how hungry he was and decided that food was more important to him than his feet.
‘Alright, as soon as I get up, I’m going to buy something to eat from wherever my nose takes me, then to a doctor’s for my petch’-
Snap
His eyes opened and widened as the sound broke his thoughts. Suddenly this moment of paradise, wasn’t so perfect after all. Maybe he was borderline hallucinating from lack of sleep, or he was still reading too much into the foreignness of his surrounding, either way his heartbeat escalated and he jumped up yanking his feet out of the water and sloshing loudly around. He drew his dagger from his concealed sheath in his left sleeve, stomping his exposed left foot on the muddy ground on top of a small but hard reed shoot. The soft tissue could not contain the impact and Hayl yelped loudly accidently flinging his dagger in mid draw a good three feet from him, sticking straight in the ground. He then held his foot in both hands and fell straight on his back, into the water, half floating and moving with the displaced water; now looking up at the same sky.
“Horse shyke…” he growled, thinking that perhaps leaving home was a bad idea after all.