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Open~ I just can't stay on a thread like glue anymore
A black gloved hand weakly grasped upwards, clenching air that gave him no hold as he fell from tall wooden tower as it explodes into splinters. Rolling downwards, his body makes a sick crunching noise as he bounces off of a small cliff made of crumbling earth that does nothing to soften his fall. Down and down he went; he didn't stop falling until the flat ground held him still, and stopped his momentum.
It was raining water and blood that day; a small outpost away from Odin had been moving about normally, as it had for years. A group of vigilantes though made use of explosives and blew up the watch tower that the young, barely of age boy had fallen from. He was poor by the way he dressed; but bore some semblance to a knights squire by the dark green sash around his waist that was embroidered in gold. He was barely of age--but had been in the fort being shown around by his father, who he would replace when he finished his training to become a knight.
His dad wouldn't be looking for him though, and from the screams in the town, there would be no search parties. There was hope though--maybe, just maybe--but in his weak state, the young boy didn't think too much on help somehow appearing and saving him.
A young girl poked her head out of a nearby farm house, her eyes narrowed against the darkness. She grabbed her small lantern next to the door and walked outside, and upon seeing the boy, yelled something in her melodious voice. She ran over to the boy, holding the light over him. "Can you hear me?" She asked, eyes wide. Moments later, her aunt and uncle came running, getting on either side of the boy. "He needs to be taken care of." Her uncle said.
A weak sound escapes his lips, as if he had tried to say something in turn to the girl that had approached him. The eyes under his eyelids rapidly move, before falling still as the older pair joined the two. Not dead; just knocked out cold from the sheer pain that had been afflicted to his young body.
"Let's get him inside." Said the aunt, helping the uncle to pick him up and carry him inside. The girl rushed ahead, preparing a bed for him. She wondered to herself why, and how a boy like him had ended up that way.