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The First Day
~Hey, Loser wake up.~ Knight whispered.
The orchestra of birds were singing their glorious songs of a upcoming wonderful morning. Near by a Rooster could be heard beckoning a wake up call for its owners to start the day.
~Hey, Wake up. We’re sleeping in someone else barn for petty sakes. Besides that cow is looking at me kind of funny.~ Knight added.
“Huh?” Tilk sighed in exhaustion, as he looked up half eyed at the cow.
MOOOO!
~AH! Don’t let it eat me!~ Knight yelled.
“Would you shut up soldier, its hungry.” Tilk replied rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“And so am I.” He added.
~Eww. There is no way I having you ingest blood you sick b*****d.~ Knight had added.
“It’s your fault that you’re here. We could of captured Heaven as a team instead of turning on my father, and somehow making him believe I was part of it I might add.” Yawned Tilk.
The sun light gave off a reddish glow as it began to rise over the horizon, making the fog gray surroundings give off a pink rose color, followed by the purple, gray clouds. A gentle breeze blew making the tall grass dance to a song only heard by them. Peaceful. The smell of Maple, and Pine, followed by the distinct aroma of lily, lavender, and the many flowers growing nearby.
Tilk got up and stretched.
~Can’t you eat anything other than blood?~ asked Knight.
“Of course I can it’s just not as filling as blood. I don’t enjoy it as much. I just hope I don’t have to put up with you for the rest of my exsistance.” Said Tilk.
~I’m not that bad. I can actually be of some help. I mean I can spot things that are behind you. I’m pretty sure I was a lot stronger than you when we were speprate. This could actually be a blessing.~ shouted Knight.
~And when you get bored I could sing.~ Knight added.
“Oh joy.” Tilk grumbled.
~If you will permit me to ask a question. Why was your wife with your father?~ asked Knight.
Tilk clenched his teeth and bared his knuckles.
“Why did you happen to be right there when it happened?!” Tilk yelled.
The near by cow backed up and hid at the sudden outburst.
“May I help you sir?” asked a woman with a metal bucket in her hand.
The woman had dirty blonde hair, hidden in a bonet. She wore a blue dress with a white apron and had dingy brown boots on that was hidden mainly by her dress. Her voice was gentle.
~There is your blood.~ Knight added.
“SHUT UP!” Tilk shouted.
The woman backed up and looked at Tilk wide eyed.
“I beg your pardon dear sir, but you are in my fathers barn, and to add your naked.” She said, her voice quivering with fear.
Tilk looked down at his naked body and covered up his manhood.
Knight laughed.
~First time meeting and we’re already trying for home. Not much of a gentlemen are you?~ Knight asked chuckling.
“My apologizes ma’am. By chance do you have any spare clothes for me?
I’m a bit lost. What year is it?” Tilk asked heasitantly.
The woman giggles.
“It is May 12, 1789. I suppose you got drunk last night. I’m sure my father will lend you some of his garments. I’ll be back in a moment.” She said sweetly.
She left leaving a small hint of her perfume.
~She’s beautiful. Her voice is enough to melt your heart. If you had one. I say go for it.~ Knight responded excitedly.
“No, not after I just lost Lauren.” Tilk sighed, looking at the ground in depression.
Tears began to stream down the sides of his cheeks and platter the ground like rain.
~Aww, come on Tilk. Be strong, don’t get all weepy. Besides her father will probably kill you if he sees you crying holding your pride with both hands. I must say I dwarfed you by a lot.~ chuckles Knight.
“Shut it!” added Tilk behind clenched teeth.
Tilk quickly wiped the tears from his face and gathered his emotions and put them aside for later.
In the background a man’s voice, followed by the joyous voice of the woman could be faintly heard. Footsteps kicking dirt and grass getting closer with every stride.
“Papa, he is a really handsome man, he appears lost. His friends must have pulled a prank and left him here. He also talks to himself.” She said.
“So your showing me a crazy. Claire your not getting off marrying William. That marriage will happen, or we will not have this land anymore. I’ll give the man some clothes and send him on his way.” Said the man. His voice deep and commanding, only with a hint of tenderness towards his daughter. They walked up to the doorway of the barn and looked at Tilk. The man was tall and had a built frame. Tan arms, the arms of a farmer. Wore a tunic with the same dingy boots like his daughter. In one hand was a hoe. Sweat coming off his forehead in beads. His hair cropped and a dirty blonde color, the moisture of the sweat mixing in made it look brunette.
“So you’re the mystery naked man in my barn. I’m don’t care who you are but I will provide some clothes for your back and I will have to put you off my land. I mean no disrespect but I cant have my daughter fantizing. If you would please follow me I’ll get you some cloths and a small meal.” He said.
“Thank you, sir.” Tilk nodding.
~We have to get her out of here. She looks so unhappy, I feel bad.~ Knight added with a bit of symapthy in his voice.
In a quite whisper. “No, we shall leave his family alone. Besides this William character could be a good person for her. Let us just go and be on our way, Knight.”
~So be it.~ Knight grumbled.
“Your right he does talk to his self Claire.” The man whispered to his daughter.
She punches him in the arm gently.
“That’s not nice Papa.” She replies.
He chuckles as he kisses her on the forehead.
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