Im so hungry. I get up from the bed and go towards the bucket on the corner. I pull my trousers down and relieve myself.
Nothing beats this moment, if only i had the phone.
I put my trousers back on. pick up the bucket and open the window. This is so barbaric but going to the public bathroom is even worse.
I thorw the content of the bucket down on the street and close the window.
I smell my clothes. Luckly in this environment im not the smelliest thing, i still didn't ask where they bath. I saw a bath house while i was returning home yesterday, i have to ask.
On the table there is a letter. This wasn't here before.
I open it and start reading it:
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Hello Tomh, im Martin, the boss if you wonder who i am, im writing this letter because i could not talk freely with you yesterday, that is not our main base and it was compromised so i decided to wait, you can never be to careful, for the will of the messanger! Bridge William has started a voyage towards the chatedral and he tells you that you already know the reason, in the meantime i arranged under his orders that you train from scratch, i chose someone you didn't know before, to make things easier, his name is Alfred, one of the most experienced ones, and at the second gong of the morning he will meet you under your house.
For now this is it, if you want to communicate with us ask Alfred he will tell you.
Burn the letter after reading it.
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I hope they accept me as the prole, it would make things smoother. At least in the meantime i can train and gather some information. I break the paper and put it in my pocket.
I have to understand better this religion of the messanger, i am the prole after all, and this guys would kill me if i say something wrong.
I will have to go back to the church and speak with priest Edmund, at least i will not have to explain why i ask such stupid questions.
Wait, when is it the second gong of the morning? Shit i hope Elizabeth is still here.
I open the door and go towards the kitchen. Elizabeth is in the same position i found her yesterday but this time with a sleepy face. I smile "good morning sister, can i ask you a stupid question?"
She turns around "what?"
"Has the second gong of the morning already passed?" Is this how i say it?
She looks at me with curiosity "no not yet, why?"
"Nothing, i just lost track of time" i say laughing.
She smiles "did you sleep well?"
Yesterday i was a bit of a douch, she is the only one that treated me nicely, i should be more considerate.
"Not really, the bed is uncomfortable, can we not buy a bed that is elevated?" I ask while sitting down on the opposite side.
On the table there is bread and oatmeal with some water. Damn bro what is this... I miss my chocolate cereal.
"You shouldn't say that, we are so blessed to have good jobs and a good home, we have to do penitence for it" she says putting her hands together towards the abdomen.
"Blessed the messanger".
I scoff inwardly. So it is your fault Henry, why could you not command a life of luxury?
"Blessed the messanger" i say back.
I take a piece of bread and put it in my mouth. It is hard as a rock, i chew it with all my force and take a sip of water to help me.
I don't even want to touch the oatmeal.
Gong gong. the bells ring throughout the city.
It's time. I get up and go towards the corner hearth and throw the destroyed letter, slowly turning dark and burning away.
"What did you th-"
"I have to go sister sorry" i open the door and go outside with my fingers already in my nose.
As i go out i see a man on my left, he has brown hairs, dark eyes, a long face and unkept beard.
He is dressed all back with a cloack and a hood consumed by of time.
"Are you Thomas?" He asks me.
"Yes" i walk towards him.
"Im Alfred, i think Martin already informed you"
I nod and pull away my fingers from my nose. I look stupid.
A drop falls on my head. I look up.
"It will start raining, we better go" he says starting to walk ahead.
I follow behind in silence.
He should be one of the best and im learning without paying, being the prole is good, thank you Henry.
The rain starts pouring down. On my left some kids laugh and throw the mud againts each other while being shirtless. I pull my coat closer. Im getting sick just by looking at them.
Where are their parents?
Alfred turns left in a small alley, wide barely enough for one person.
The doors start closing down with the water falling from the rooftop like a torrent.
I should buy a cloack with a hood, i would look cool too.
Alfred has a pen in his right hand and he rotates it in between his fingers.
"Be careful Thomas, someone is following us and the rain hides scent and noise" he says improving his pace.
"Yessir" shit. I get closer to him and look up.
Don't tell me they will attack me again, well the boss said that people are watching me, they will deal with it.
The water keeps falling on my head without interruption.
When are we coming out of this alley? the rooftop is pouring all the rain inside. My feet get stuck in the mud.
.....
After 45 minutes of taking roads left and right we approach a house from behind.
Im shivering with my teeth hitting each other. I should have put more clothes on.
I look behind.
They probably stopped following us, this warriors are really not that great.
"Come on" he opens the door and enters inside.
I get in. It's all dark i cannot see a thing, Alfred disappers.
A few meters away sparks appear intermediatly.
"What are you doing?" I say, in that moment a light penetrates my eyes, Alfred appears infront of me in a squatted position, beside him a fire place slowly burning pieces of wood.
He puts a hand on his hairs "shit they knew every location of our people, i couldn't get help" he says looking and scrutinizing my eyes "be ready to fight".
"Fight? I can't fight." I respond back "do they have powers?"
"Powers? Most likely" he says with no expression.
"No way, no way, i cannot do it" how do you expect me to do anything.
He gets up and comes face to face "listen Thomas, you will die anyway, at least die saving my life" wha- panic takes over, my heart beating faster.
"Bu-but they told me there were people watching me, keeping an eye on me, ca-can they help?" I point outside, my breathing getting faster. Those nails would have killed me.
"I was the one watching over you, what do you think, that two people would watch over you? We don't have that much people"
I open my mouth but no words comes out.
Drops of water fall from my clothes, the only sound in the entire world.
Really? Those nails would have killed me.
He puts his hand on my shoulder "your sacrifce will not be forgotten, the messanger will bring you home" home... I look him in the eyes, lost for words. Right!
"I cannot die, im the prole, im special, you have to protect me"
He looks at me confused "Prole, what is the prole?"
I look down, the rain falls from my face. My eyes vacant. Im dead.