The world, looks free, as the atmosphere paints its blues to comfort those who look at it. That is the same to the clouds that do their hue, as they were decorated through the sky with a colour of the new, the white ones if you knew. It was as if the world was peaceful, with glimpses of citizens meeting each other in a manner that was as friendly as they could be, as they resided in a village known for its environment.
That is the village of No'tton, and although not perfect, at least it is a usual surrounding experience for those who step into Eastfield, a faction led by a monarch named Hermierh, a well-known man for this era of medieval times, as he had done what the other faction will do, creating a diverse world with many faction's, but remain united for the peace of the world.
It was then the focus of the Village Of Nottons was shifted to a tavern, known for its beer. There, multiple people gather in the bustling tavern to release the burden they carry, and usually, they spend their time with their friends to share stories of their memories, making the air feel comfortable for the most part.
As the tavern continued to brighten every soul who goes there, there was a peculiar boy who just entered it, having red hair while having his ragged clothes torn. Of course, some people went to look into his condition, but none of them tried to sound about him, let alone try to accompany him. As their stares continued, the boy continued to sour his face, but he remained conscious of his feelings and went straight to the counter.
There, he met the owner of the tavern, Taner. A bulk guy with balding hair, he is disgusted yet angry because of the sudden intrusion made by the child, as there were certain rules made by him that they won't allow beggars to enter his store, let alone them asking for their alms in here and make his customer's money decrease; making Taner's business went dimmer if he let it slide. So, as a response to the kid's actions, he went barking at him so that the kid could leave the place in an instant.
"What are you doing here, beggar?! This isn't a charity gathering place or an orphanage! Get out of here or not, I swear that I will burn your torso's alive, do not make me do it. "Those are the words Taner gave to the kid, and as if like a chain reaction was happening to all of them, almost the majority of people in the tavern went to support Taner, but it seemed that their words were more kept and also; reasonable, as they only want to make the child go away, not to insult him, but even though the situation has already been heatened, the kid is still standing straightly but weakly as all of the words are echoed in the kid's perspective. He just needed some help, but for whatever reason; they treated him like a wild animal, and it was at that time that he heard the words of those people becoming louder and louder the more he remained silent.
"Go Away!"
"Scram!"
"Peasant!"
So many cusses that were too imbecile for just a kid that wanted some help, even though there were many more that went wild, but as he continued to silenced and ponder on people's actions, a broomstick came into contact with his face in full force, making his view suddenly go fading and his body began to feel heavy, making him fall. It was then that the memories of him went playing again through his head, while also making him unconscious the moment when his head touched the ground of the tavern, making his view go black, unconscious from the blow...