You were on the floor before you even knew what happened. The sky was brighter, clearer… But so was Gyrd and his band. Your senses slowly return to you. You familiarize yourself with the cold, stone floor once again. The smell of bread, and other wheatly products comes back to you. The ring in your ears slowly stops, and you can hear Gyrd’s laughter once again. You are quickly and harshly picked from the ground by one of the Todlichers. They carry you in front of Gyrd, with your head stooped. You’re senses are fully regained now, and you quickly realize that the Todlichers have kicked your ass once again. You sum up courage to act tough and raise your head towards Gyrd. His smug smile, and amazing hair are not unnoticeable. He’s chewing his tongue and waving at you:
“Hey buddy, how you doing?” He smiles, and only now do you notice that all of the kinds from the neighborhood are here. He loses his smile for a second: “I’m sorry that you had to be the example Byll, I really am.” His smile is back, and turns towards the neighborhood: “Ladies and Gentleman, Byll here gladly volunteered to show you what will happen if you mess with me and the Todlichers. I hope you all understand, so there will be no need for more ‘unnecessary’ violence, yes?” Just now you realize that you have a giant wound on your head “Alright now scram.” He calmly orders he neighborhood, which politely listens: “Come on guys let’s go!” He orders his gang, and the just drop you. With great pain you manage to lift yourself to the back. You also curse a thing or two at him. Spoiled rich kids. He think that he’s the best, just because his dad’s the mother freaking lord. You slowly try to pick yourself up, but luckily, Atham, your best friend, rushes to rescue:
“You okay buddy?” He asks you with his surprisingly deep voice.
“I’m fine!” You gust out between all of the curses:
“Why would you do that?”
“He almost killed Buttonforks!”You ,again, gust out between all of the curses.
Atham takes your hand around his neck and starts carrying you home:
“Buttonfork is a goat! More importantly, you could have died. I mean look at you, he broke every bone in your body.”
“Pshht, that’s nothing. I needed to help Buttonfork.” You try to be humorous.
“Every hero’s trait.” Atham uses his comedic skills as well.
After a few short minutes of walking, you arrive at your mediocre home. Atham lowers you on your porch:
“Be steady I got some supplies in the bag.” He starts rummaging through his inventory. You hear voices from the abandoned house next to you. You freeze and your face turns white. Could that be Gisbst’s ghost. You turn your head to the right, prepared to see the old man’s lifeless body coming at you. But, looks like someone finally moved there. You let out a sigh of relief, when Atham smacks a big paper on your head with some potion in it. It hurts you… a lot:
“Aaaaahh!!!” You let out a small scream and start pushing away Atham’s hand:
“Stop whimpering, this’ll help your wound” Atham scolds you:
“I’m pretty sure that more pain is bad.” You try to use your comedic skills once more, but with no avail. After Atham does his best ant fixing your empty head, he sits to have a rest:
“Who do you think the new neighbors are?” You ask.
“Gyrd did talk about his father inviting ‘future allies’ here.” He takes a better look at old man’s former mansion, and steals the words from your mouth:
“How’s he going to get an alliance? He already married Melissa and…” You look at the neighboring house:
“… He’s going to bethrode Gyrd!?” You surprisingly ask Atham, who got up and found a cane for you to walk:
“Seems like that, doesn’t it…” He hands you the cane and helps you up. You immediately notice the rich carriage. As you walk to your home, the pain in the head and the leg subsides… Luckily, your mother is not home:
“Thanks, Atham… Buttonforks is at your place, right?”
“Safe as ever.”
“Good… Thanks, see ya tomorrow… If I come out at all.”
“Oh please, there’s no school tomorrow… There’s nothing to be sad about, the wound is nothing… How would you do in the arena you big wuss?”
“Haha… See ya tomorrow!” You close the doors of your home. With ease, you take off your shirt and pants, and get ready to sleep. It’s been a long day, It’s time for rest