As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window of the inn, she stirred from her deep slumber, feeling groggy and disoriented. With a yawn, she rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up, the warmth of the bed reluctant to release its hold. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she swung her legs over the edge and planted her feet on the creaking floorboards.
As her eyes half-opened, they darted towards the bedside table where she had left her pouch the day before. Reaching out, she grabbed the pouch, only to find it empty. The surprise washed over her, as there should have been at least 13 bama inside. She suspected she had been robbed, prompting her to hastily leave the comfort of her warm bed and frantically search for her great sword and usual armor.
She turned and twisted to survey the entire room, but everything was gone. All the things she had earned up to that point had vanished. A haunting realization engulfed her: everything she had worked for had been stolen. Anger coursed through her, causing her eyes to widen as she grabbed the top of her head and began pacing back and forth in the wooden room. Each passing second felt heavier as she struggled to recall who could have stolen everything from her. The weight on her head made it difficult to remember.
She paced to the door and slid her hand on the doorknob, twisting it, but it stopped midway, indicating that the door was locked. Everything started to feel increasingly orchestrated—her belongings stolen, and now she was locked in the room with only the clothes she had on from the previous day. As she brainstormed, she couldn't think of anything or anyone, and so she moved towards the window. A glance outside confirmed that she was in an inn on the outskirts of the kingdom. At least the place was familiar. Returning to the door, she tried calling out, screaming, but nobody answered.
At this point, panic filled her, as nothing like this had ever happened to her before. As she desperately considered her options, her gaze settled on the window. Without hesitation, she seized her bamaouch and made a dash towards the window, her mind racing with the urgency of her situation. With a resolute determination, she shattered the two wooden guards securing the window.
She landed with a simple thud, her back hitting the mud pool that covered a section of the street in front of the inn. The impact was enough to draw the attention of onlookers nearby. Despite being a seasoned warrior, the fall felt surprisingly weighty and caused considerable pain in her back. Nonetheless, she gathered her resolve and lifted herself from the mire, her eyes finally locking onto a familiar face—her little brother.
Her brother rushed towards her in evident worry, his concern palpable in his voice as he called out, "Sister, Sister, are you alright?"
"I'm not dead, you idiot. Stop screaming in my face," she retorted, pushing her brother's face away. As she rose to her feet, a realization dawned on her. If someone had orchestrated this troubling turn of events, why would her brother be nearby?
"Alfroth," she uttered in a heavy voice.
"Yes, sister," he replied with sincerity.
"What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing here?"
"I was locked inside the inn with no way out, and all of our belongings have been taken. It feels like someone planned this."
"Wait, wait, wait. What are you talking about, and how were all of our things stolen?"
As they delved into their discussion, onlookers couldn't help but wonder why they had yet to address the fall that had just occurred.
"Okay, sis, did you check the whole room?" He waved his hand around as he spoke.
"Of course I did. Do you take me for an idiot?" Her patience was wearing thin.
"Did you check under the bed?" he asked, fear evident in his voice as he put his hand in front of him, as if anticipating a slap.
"Of course I did, you moro—wait a minute, I don't think I did."
"So, you created a whole scenario in your head, and then you smashed through Aunt Carmilla's window. You know that could cost us a hefty price," he said, giving his sister a cold stare.
"Oh, wait, this is Carmilla's place," she realized, examining the building more closely.
"Well, now that you mention it, it does look like Carmilla's place." she speaks in a exaggerated voice trying to cover up her embarrassment
"And maybe all of our things are under the bed you slept in, and just maybe, I have the key to your room," he explained to her to the best of his abilities.
"Oh, so that's how it is. Now we just have to go and ask Carmilla for our stuff. But knowing that old hag, she'll probably end up stealing all of it."
"But wait a minute, why do you have the key to my room?" As soon as those words left her mouth, a lady sprinted through the doors of the inn, jolting it. Her sprint came to an end at the road as she looked to her right, where the siblings were standing just beside the broken pieces of wood. She gazed up at the broken window, then at the siblings, and then back to the pieces of wood. Connecting all the dots together, she started walking towards the siblings.
"No matter what it is, and I don't even know how many times it has been until now, but whenever there is some damage to me or my property, it's always you two," Carmilla's voice was filled with anger but still maintained its strictness.
"Aunt Carmilla, I can explain, you see—" Alfroth tried to calm down and explain, but he was immediately shunned by Carmilla.
"Oh, Mauka, this time even your brother's sweetness won't save you," she said as she walked towards Mauka.
Mauka, alfroth's sister wasn't afraid of many things in the world but the anger of carmilla was the one that still invoke fear in her
"Aunt Carmilla, please understand, mistakes happen a-a-and at the end of the day, no matter what, we learn from our mistakes, right?" Mauka said, her voice trying to calm down Carmilla.
"Moreover, children make mistakes and learn from them," she finished, as Carmilla dashed towards Mauka.
"Children, you want me to believe you are a child, i will forgive alfroth but you are a twenty four year old scum who lazes around whole day and cannot even earn enough to support yourself and what about alfroth, do you really want me to believe that you are a child, grow up maybe you dumb cow" carmilla shouted
"Alfroth tried to step in, but his sister stopped him with a firm hand.
After the shouting, everything went quiet. Mauka didn't resist, and Carmilla calmed down, realizing she may have gone too far. She reached her hand out to apologize.
"You're right Alfroth. Let's go to the barn," Mauka replied coldly.
Mauka took her brother by the arm and led him to the barn, embracing him as they walked. The prolonged silence surprised Carmilla, as Mauka was usually outspoken and frequently argued with her. carmilla
The silence was broken when Alfroth pointed to the sky and urged his sister to look up. Reluctantly, she followed his gaze and saw a magnificent, fiery arc streaking across the sky, heading toward the huge mountain. Everyone gazing upward was awestruck by the dazzling spectacle.
Everyone witnessed a stunning spectacle, but Mauka saw an incredible opportunity.