August lay in bed that night- His head still aching. Patrick had introduced August to the basics of what he called mirrorwalkers, and about August´s situation.
Letting out a sigh August thought to himself. This is just way too much. I was just trying to… Never mind, this is certainly better than being stuck in that dark place. Sigh. To think that I was actually lucky for once in my life.
When Patrick had explained about the lost, he had said what would happen with the person that had been possessed. Apparently, the original soul of the person would switch with the mirror-creature, being trapped in there for eternity.
Anyway, being a mirrorwalker really doesn't suit me. It´s not like I´m suddenly going to become some saint, wanting to save some random people. Well, I always have the option of just dying… But, I´ve got to say, that salary is rather tempting. Hmmm, I used to earn 50 copper units a week at that bar, and their offering me 1 gold unit a week. Let´s see, if 100 copper units is 1 silver unit, and 100 silver units is 1 gold units...
August took a deep breath, trying to calm down his now rapidly beating heart, before saying stunned.
"I´m rich… I´m fucking rich! 1 gold units a week, that´s 365 gold units a year."
August felt like he was in ecstasy.
Although he didn't have a lot of knowledge about money, August knew that 365 gold units was a lot.
As August had done many different jobs to earn a living, he had sometimes done deliveries in the richer areas of Velmont.
One time he had been in Queens Ward, an area were many successful bankers, lawyers and politicians lived. There he had seen large houses that could house hundreds of people.
And August had always wanted to experience living there- Amongst the upper middle class, and now he might actually have the money to do so.
Wait, let´s not get my hopes up. I haven't even checked the prices.
August slowly closed his eyes, letting his mind wander with everything he could do with the money.
Slowly, he felt his eyes become moist, feeling something wet sliding down the side of his face. He slowly pressed his arm over his face, laying there in silence. Shit, why am I crying? I should be happy, no, I should be ecstatic.
August sniffed, trying to reign in the snot threatening to escape his nose. As he felt tears well up once more.
Aaah, I really got lucky, didn't I mom? It just came a little late- Maybe you could have been here too.
August felt he could almost see his mother, sitting by his bed, tears of happiness in her eyes, with a bright smile that could light up any room on her face.
She was sitting there, caring for him.
She told him stories of how worried she had been, because her son had disappeared. But then a gentleman, dressed in an excellent-looking suit had come. He had told her that her son was alive and well, and that he was there to take her to him.
August would have comforted her, telling her it would be okay now. They would have laughed together, planning their future purchase of a house.
They would never be hungry again, they would never be cold.
It would be nice.
And laying there, feeling like he almost heard her laughter- August silently fell asleep.