It was the middle of summer and a small village called, Meteli was holding a small festival. The lord, named Joh walked towards his trusted guard a pale girl who looked no older than nineteen; that was five foot nine, with silky white hair, and indigo purple eyes. She seemed to be watching the villagers have fun. The girl seemed to smile slightly as she watched them. There were kids running around and screaming as they played hide and find. The girl was wearing a purple shirt shoulder pads and some shorts. Not very safe for her to work in but it was too hot for her to wear her gear.
"Sasha." The male called from behind her in a deep fatherly tone. Sasha turned around and hummed. The male was two inches taller than her.
"Sir?" She replied to him. Her voice was angelic and innocent. Her eyes met her lords, she would always hold eye contact with the person she'd talk to, respecting the speaker. What seemed like forever the man cleared his throat to speak again. He seemed nervous to tell the young adult what he wanted to.
"I want you to not work today. I want you to have fun." He told her seriously. He didn't want her working all her life and miss out on the fun. Sasha opened her mouth in shock. She couldn't believe he'd just tell her that, she'd been working ever since she became a guard and that was on her eighteenth birthday.
"Really?" She questioned excitedly. The lord chuckled and nodded. He was slightly surprised that she took it better than he expected her to. He thought that she'd get upset or offended that he'd offer that after what happened in her past. He remembered how he found her, she was crying outside a village called, Milur. The town was burned to a crisp and she lost everyone, her friends, her family, and her pet dog.
Before they both knew the guard hugged the lord. It caught him by surprise but he didn't take long to hug her back. "Thank you my lord." He heard her whisper.
Joh patted her back then pulled away. "No problem. Now go have fun kid. You deserve it."
Sasha nodded and thanked him one last time before running off to join the other villagers in their festivities. A boy about six feet walked towards Joh and cleared his throat which caused Joh to turn towards the sound. The boy pressed his lips against each other and slightly bowed. The boy was no other than his adopted son, Laurance. A boy with brown hair and green eyes and tanned skin. Joh couldn't believe his son was only fourteen and six feet tall.
He looked up to look at his face. "Ah Laurance how are you?" Joh asked him. Laurance gave a slight smile.
"I'm kinda tired and I wanted to inform you that I'd be going to sleep earlier than usual." Laurance announced casually. The boy snuck out once again last night to meet with an unknown girl that he never got the name of. Joh looked at his son suspiciously and shrugged. He wasn't going to push him.
"Ok well good night Laurance. Sleep well." Laurance nodded and walked off.