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Kapitel 1
His cheek got wet. Looking up at the white sky he touched his cheek. It was raining. He let out a sigh, breaking the deep silence, his breath turning to mist in the cold air.
Shivering he looked down at his wet hand. More rain fell on his head and on the ground. Making crimson patterns on top of the snow white ground.
It was over.
Gasping he sat up, a dream, just a dream. Still, though, he couldn’t breath. Wheezing, not able to take a breath he frantically looked around. He was alone, like in the dream that was quickly fading. He couldn’t remember it. Not at all. Nothing.
Finally able to pull a shaking breath out of his feeble lungs he coughed and spit black muck out into his hand. He sneezed and wanted to rub his nose but he couldn’t. His hands were full.
Wiping the muck onto the already dirty pants covering his legs he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. He was full of ash. He shouldn’t be able to see it in the darkness, but he did. He could taste it too.
The clothes he was wearing were filthy and dusty, stained black from the ash and mud. He was wet too, because of the dewy grass. He didn’t mind though.
Touching the fabric of the clothes gently and trying to clear his throat from the muck still bothering him he almost bit his tongue clean of when a blinding light hit his eyes. "Oi, wha’cha doin’ere, chum?"
Moving his arm to shield his eyes he frowned. He didn’t know. Just like the dream, it kept slipping away from him. His mind was now empty, blank, snow white. "I don’t remember."
The light source shifted and he glanced over his arm. It was a lantern and the person holding it was leaning against a shovel and staring at him with a smirk. "Oh? Yah dun say."
He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean so he watched the person, waiting for something else to be said. The person was short, some people would probably say that the person was chubby. But he thought that it was probably muscle. He didn’t really know why he thought so, it was hard to tell with all the clothes the person was wearing.
The person tilted it’s head and he involuntarily shivered. Dark crimson hair moved, it looked like it was purling down the dark clothed shoulders of it’s owners. Like blood on darkness. "M’Rend, what’s yer name?"
Shaking his head he cleared his throat again. It probably wasn’t as obvious as he thought it was. "I already told you, I don’t remember."
Frowning the person, Rend, scratched his neck and stared for a little while before he spoke again. "Oh, I’ll call ye Ash then."
-*-*-*-
For a moment Rend thought that maybe he had made the wrong choice. He watched the tall man pull on the clean pants Rend had offered him.
When Rend had first seen him he had mistaken the man for a ghost. He was so pale. His very long hair was snow white and his skin was the palest Rend had ever seen. Even the irises of his eye’s were white. But, no. It was a fitting name. The man was the ashes, the remains, of what he had once been. Whoever he had been. "Err, you don’t happen to have a belt?"
Rend looked away when Ash glanced at him. He didn’t want it too look like he had been staring. Ash was holding out the pants at the waist that only reached him to his knees. A duplicate of him would fit together with him in Rend’s pants. Frowning Rend scratched his neck. The guy was way too thin. He needed to eat more fat. "Nah, got rope."
Striding over to the cupboards in his very small kitchen he could feel Ash watching him. Rend wondered why Ash had been so bothered by Rend inviting him over to his place. Ash still seemed to be. Sure, maybe the smartest thing would’ve been to bring him to the police or to the clergy. But where was the fun in that? He would just have to go back to work then and miss this opportunity for an adventure. An opportunity that hopefully would bring some money his way.
Rend glanced at Ash’s dirty old clothes hanging over the only chair in the room as he opened a cupboard. They might be old and dirty, however Rend could see that they must’ve been expensive at one point. Very expensive indeed.
Ash must’ve been somebody special and he might be again if he got his memory back. When he did, Rend would be there to cash in for being so helpful. Even if he didn’t ever remember who he was he should have someone that was looking for him which would be grateful to Rend if he returned him.
Taking out a short piece of rope he threw it in Ash’s general direction. Ash caught it without much hassle and started tying it around the pants and his waist.
Standing up Rend turned his face away when Ash glanced at him again. A big hole in the plan was that he didn’t have any money right now to be able to feed another mouth and there was really nowhere for the guy to sleep either. He hadn’t really thought it through before he suggested it.
Rend glanced at Ash, maybe Ash had already figured that out. Was that why the guy was so bothered about coming with him and also why he hadn’t said anything about it? Ash was studying his nails. With a confused expression. Maybe not. "Yah stay ’ere, need to go an’ do sum odd jobs."
Ash looked up from his nails, nodded and sat down on the only chair in the room as Rend left the little hut at the edge of the capital city’s main graveyard.
Shivering he looked down at his wet hand. More rain fell on his head and on the ground. Making crimson patterns on top of the snow white ground.
It was over.
Gasping he sat up, a dream, just a dream. Still, though, he couldn’t breath. Wheezing, not able to take a breath he frantically looked around. He was alone, like in the dream that was quickly fading. He couldn’t remember it. Not at all. Nothing.
Finally able to pull a shaking breath out of his feeble lungs he coughed and spit black muck out into his hand. He sneezed and wanted to rub his nose but he couldn’t. His hands were full.
Wiping the muck onto the already dirty pants covering his legs he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. He was full of ash. He shouldn’t be able to see it in the darkness, but he did. He could taste it too.
The clothes he was wearing were filthy and dusty, stained black from the ash and mud. He was wet too, because of the dewy grass. He didn’t mind though.
Touching the fabric of the clothes gently and trying to clear his throat from the muck still bothering him he almost bit his tongue clean of when a blinding light hit his eyes. "Oi, wha’cha doin’ere, chum?"
Moving his arm to shield his eyes he frowned. He didn’t know. Just like the dream, it kept slipping away from him. His mind was now empty, blank, snow white. "I don’t remember."
The light source shifted and he glanced over his arm. It was a lantern and the person holding it was leaning against a shovel and staring at him with a smirk. "Oh? Yah dun say."
He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean so he watched the person, waiting for something else to be said. The person was short, some people would probably say that the person was chubby. But he thought that it was probably muscle. He didn’t really know why he thought so, it was hard to tell with all the clothes the person was wearing.
The person tilted it’s head and he involuntarily shivered. Dark crimson hair moved, it looked like it was purling down the dark clothed shoulders of it’s owners. Like blood on darkness. "M’Rend, what’s yer name?"
Shaking his head he cleared his throat again. It probably wasn’t as obvious as he thought it was. "I already told you, I don’t remember."
Frowning the person, Rend, scratched his neck and stared for a little while before he spoke again. "Oh, I’ll call ye Ash then."
-*-*-*-
For a moment Rend thought that maybe he had made the wrong choice. He watched the tall man pull on the clean pants Rend had offered him.
When Rend had first seen him he had mistaken the man for a ghost. He was so pale. His very long hair was snow white and his skin was the palest Rend had ever seen. Even the irises of his eye’s were white. But, no. It was a fitting name. The man was the ashes, the remains, of what he had once been. Whoever he had been. "Err, you don’t happen to have a belt?"
Rend looked away when Ash glanced at him. He didn’t want it too look like he had been staring. Ash was holding out the pants at the waist that only reached him to his knees. A duplicate of him would fit together with him in Rend’s pants. Frowning Rend scratched his neck. The guy was way too thin. He needed to eat more fat. "Nah, got rope."
Striding over to the cupboards in his very small kitchen he could feel Ash watching him. Rend wondered why Ash had been so bothered by Rend inviting him over to his place. Ash still seemed to be. Sure, maybe the smartest thing would’ve been to bring him to the police or to the clergy. But where was the fun in that? He would just have to go back to work then and miss this opportunity for an adventure. An opportunity that hopefully would bring some money his way.
Rend glanced at Ash’s dirty old clothes hanging over the only chair in the room as he opened a cupboard. They might be old and dirty, however Rend could see that they must’ve been expensive at one point. Very expensive indeed.
Ash must’ve been somebody special and he might be again if he got his memory back. When he did, Rend would be there to cash in for being so helpful. Even if he didn’t ever remember who he was he should have someone that was looking for him which would be grateful to Rend if he returned him.
Taking out a short piece of rope he threw it in Ash’s general direction. Ash caught it without much hassle and started tying it around the pants and his waist.
Standing up Rend turned his face away when Ash glanced at him again. A big hole in the plan was that he didn’t have any money right now to be able to feed another mouth and there was really nowhere for the guy to sleep either. He hadn’t really thought it through before he suggested it.
Rend glanced at Ash, maybe Ash had already figured that out. Was that why the guy was so bothered about coming with him and also why he hadn’t said anything about it? Ash was studying his nails. With a confused expression. Maybe not. "Yah stay ’ere, need to go an’ do sum odd jobs."
Ash looked up from his nails, nodded and sat down on the only chair in the room as Rend left the little hut at the edge of the capital city’s main graveyard.
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