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Aska opened the door and step inside her home. Of course she close the door behind and lock it since last day when someone tried to enter their home and the guard had to track the man who did that. He was killed and his head put as a display with the other.
Aska look at her home. It was a simple yet cosy place, a sofa, if you can call it that. A big enough table for the two of them, two chair a nice and clean bed. Multiple cuisine equiment and of course somewhere to to intimate things, tho they to regulary dump the unclean water and the feces in the canal for it, at least in this part of town the sewer work.
Aska put away her coat and let her hair down to jut finally fall into the sofa which was also her bed. She would have fall asleep if it wasn't for Iro, her brother, who finish making a nice rice dish. She stood up and walk to the table, sit on her chair but barely was able to stay awake.
It was always like that, when she came back from work she would feel exhausted. Maybe her home was the only place where she could relax. So her body just assume its time to bring back energy for tomorow.
But no perso can sleep with an empty belly nor can they be prepare for tomorow. That actually meant the same things, eating is the most important part in the journey, with sleeping and everything else a living person would need.
She look at her brother, he had a big and bright smile, one that could light every caddle in a room. She found warmth by just seing her brother that way. It reminded her why she move with her brother into the capital. He was the most sweet and the person to protect at all cost.
Aska loved deaply her brother, they used to live with their parents, lives was easier back then, they eat, play in the forest with the other kid, then came back home and their grandpapa whould tell me myth and story of legend. Life was good, but it all change when the civil war began, 6 years ago. The baron arrived and life change forever.
Their father went at war and never came back, the mother than tried to work by herself, had an accident that made her praticaly a dead living. She died a few days after a soldier came to their door telling them: " Your father has pass away, we are sorry for your loss. Your father was a true warrior and he died a true hero "
Of course that wasn't the case, he died jumping into an enemy trap, being killed instantly by the traitor. Or she hope he didn't suffer that much.
Aska was then brought back to the present, she took the hot plate of rice from her brother hand, he handed her a little bit of leftover meat that smelled fresh. He also bring her tea which was also prepare by him. She couldn't thanks him enough for this meal, it wasn't much, but for what they had, it was more than enough. They both prey the god Etio for their good meal and warmth.
Of course she knew that the god was not responsibly for the meal, the only one to be pray is Iro, tho she had enough of praysing her brother and just decided to eat up the king meal in front of her. She eat her plate in a mere 10 minute which was a bit slower than before but she prefered to enjoy the taste a bit more this time.
She finish her plate and her tea. She smiled at her brother who was stil eating his food. She then stood up and fell into the sofa. Finally she could go to sleep, she will wash up tomorow before going to work. Yesterday her and Iro went to the market and found a curtain that could make washing more intimate, she said that for her because even tho her brother was always sleeping at that time, she could still feel she was being watch, even now she feels it. This time she knows its Iro.
Tho she needed to check, just for herself.
She turned around to she that Iro was washing the plate and not a single time looks over his shoulder to see her. She then turned to the window and close the curtain to not forget before going to bed. She then fall, again, into the sofa and this time she decided she would stay in it.
She look around a bit and saw the old chair that her grandpa used to sit on he tell story. She remember it was every night, he would tell them each time a news story. She always like that, it bring her joy to think of him, she remembered every story he told them but their was always one she liked from them all.
Tha tales of the fallen continent.
The tales goes like this: " In the land as old as gods, in a time where war was normal like fruit, the people of this land where tired. When the last battle of the thunder and winter struck, the corruption came to take what was the old land. When unknow finish his job the land was never opened for visiter of any kind. Still some fisherman said the dark continent is coming our way "
The tales is simple, yet it was her favorite. Maybe it could have been another one but her grandpa told this tales in a way, she couldn't replicate it. And she wouldn't try to do it.