Author's note:
Let us rest for a bit, palaging may fight scenes eh
We're Gifted
Chapter 12
Third person's POV:
Wornhill Village daily view...
It was early and the morning where the sun is rising beautiful blended with a yellow orange and skyblue colors of skies and a fluffy clouds scattered randomly.
The busy people are doing their job as usual.
A butcher is cutting on meat on a thick table, while other products, including sausages, are for sale.
Baker is placing bread to baked in an oven.
Stonemason is using a pickaxe and other tools to work over the stone blocks.
Weaver is working on a loom.
Winemaker is using a sickle to cut the grapes from the vine.
Mason is building a wall with the use of a crane.
Farmer is using a two-handed plough in his fields.
Watchman is standing in a bell tower and blows the hourly chime.
Shoemaker / cobbler sits in his workshop, working on a shoe with a curved knife. Other leather shoes are on display.
Wheelwright is using a hatchet to work a spoked wheel lying on the wooden frame.
Roofer is standing on a ladder, and is placing tiles on the roof with the use of a bucket of mortar and a trowel.
Locksmith is sitting by his iron anvil with a hammer and a padlock.
Tanner is stepping into a tub to work on an animal skin.
Tax Collector is at a gate house and taking payment from a merchant.
Belt maker is using a hacksaw and anvil to punch holes in the belts.
Grocer / merchant is selling spices from a table he set up on a barrel. He holds a pair of scales in his hands to weigh the product.
Armourer is polishing various pieces of armour, while other tools of his trade are spread around his workshop.
Carpenter has finished the framework for a house. You can see some of his tools.
Cook or chef is standing in a kitchen, cooking food on a fire. There are spoons and jars around him, and a pot hanging from the ceiling.
Blacksmith is hammering a red-hot horseshoe on the anvil.
While Tasha is still in deep thoughts couldn't sleep after what she did last night. She's lying on her bed hugging tightly her pillow. She still couldn't believe she killed someone.
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Kriza's POV:
I'm just wandering around in this village. I was stop when a girl stumbled so I helped her get up. "Are you okay?" I asked her with my gentle voice.She nodded and ran to the nun.
I didn't notice that I was smiling all along. Watching innocent children play. They're eyes are full of joy, I bet they're orphans. Yeah, they are playing infront of the church. The nun called them to enter the church and they immediately followed.
"Young lady, you've been standing here for 30 minutes. Come inside. You're happy seeing them, didn't you? Invitation from the nun who was next to me.
"No need, I'm fine. It's just I envied them at some point, they're happy --- they enjoy even in small reasons. They're gifted, they had what they need even they're same like me." I said
I saw a nun smile in my peripheral vision. "Young lady, you don't need spells or rituals, talisman or books, prophets or churches ... Everything you need is already within you. We're gifted of what we are or what we have right now. Just believe in yourself." Once pat on my shoulder.
I sigh and look at her with a smile. She walk away following the kids inside the church.
I stare out of nowhere let her words repeat.
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Tricia's POV:
I am at my small table writing something on my book, it is the mysterious things we experience and also a suspicious person I always have an eye.
I stand up and stretch my body. I approached the door to get out of my room and go to Tasha's room.
I knocked three times before entering. As soon as I entered, Tasha's sluggish and almost sleepless face, which I had just seen, appeared before me. I couldn’t help but worry about her.
"Tasha, are you coming? I'm going out." I invite her
"No, I'm not in the mood right now." There is no appetite for its answer.
"Are you sure? Don't mind about what happened a few days ago. You did what you need to do. Our opponent is another treacherous witch. She's a psycho witch, you already knew it. If the battle gets longer her blood lives as a psycho. When the fight turns bloody she gets more violently. Don't worry Tasha, you did the right thing." I explained to her so that she would not think deeply about what had happened that she had killed someone. I will not deny that, all her life she has never experienced killing any animal human so except insects and pests.
She nodded and smiled.
I let out a heavy sigh and left her room but before I finally left. I took a quick glance at her.
When I came out of the house I noticed someone standing on the side of our gate. I looked at it and confirmed that Garu was leaning against the wall near the gate.
"What are you doing here infront of our house?" I ask him
"Nothing, just resting." He adjusted his stance while his two hands were still in his pocket.
"Resting? Infront of our house?" I raised my one eyebrow
"Y-yeah. Isn't that possible?" He asked
"Not really." I replied and I turn and immediately walk away.
He matched me on the walk. I stopped and turned him to the left. "I thought you were resting?" Wrinkled forehead as I questioned him
"I'm done resting." He response
I nodded and started walking again. We just walked quietly. No one speaks. Soon we met Ruben with a sly smile.
"Tricia!" He calls me. "Who is that?" It sniffed in Garu's direction.
"Garu." I answered sparingly
"Ah ... I'm just going to see Tasha. You know that, maybe she's depressed she just needs to see my handsomeness." Simultaneously smile broadly.
"Ok." I chuckled. "You, take care of her." I leave it to him.
He nodded and waved goodbye.
Ruben is really like that but you can count on him. It's rare to see him being serious but once he's serious don't you dare to joke around him.
I once glanced at Ruben behind my back and smiled wryly.
End of chapter 12
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