Daggers in Smiles

[RoadKill]

In the middle of the forest, where no one would go, where no one would search, laid a small wooden housing. The house was supported in the bottom with bricks, the bricks were old and dirty, and can barely support everything all together. A tall oak tree, old and strong, strung above the cabin, shading over the cabin. Near the cabin, a slapping and crunching sound could be heard, it was the river near the cabin rushing down the mountain. Loud whining voices could be heard from the river.

“Oh come on!”

“Oh, just shut up, this is harder then you think!”

Lorenz, pushed his soaked brown hair over his head and out of his eyes. He had his brown trout pants rolled up to his thigh, and his brown tunic sleeves rolled up as well.

“You’re not getting out of the water till you get that fish!”

Lorenz replied, “Why am I doing this while, you munching on apples up there,”

The boy on the tree jumped off, chewing on an apple, then spitting the skin out.

“I’ll show you how to do it,” replied the boy, in a stuffy manner. He leaps off the hill and skids down to the river, jumping straight into the water. Lorenz watched curiously, with an eyebrow raised up.

“What are you -. Before Lorenz could finish his sentence, his brother rose from the water struggling with a large trout in between his armpits. It took a long while of wrestling till the brother could finally suffocate the fish.

“You were saying?” the boy said.

“You just got lucky Edwin!” Lorenz screeched at his older brother.

“You call THAT, lucky?!” Edwin emphasizes, “Don’t be ashamed you’ll be like me sooner or later,” Edwin laughed. Lorenz soon stomped away back to the cabin. Edwin then sprinted past him and ran in, cheering.

“Look mother! I caught a huge trout!” Edwin bragged.

“That’s wonderful,” their mother replied, very softly. Their mother, has grown old from the exhausting work to take care of her children. Wrinkles could be visible on her forehead, as her cheeks start to hang low. But above all that it is also very obvious that their mother was once a beautiful woman a noble would only marry.

A little blonde hair boy sprinted to the table, grinning immensely.

“Its huge!” the little boy cheered.
Edwin held the fish by its fin bragging to his little brother. “Don’t worry Charles, you’ll be just as strong,” He laughed.

“Mother, I tried as well, but – Lorenz stopped. He looked at his mother with a sad face, but yet his mother did not pay a spec of attention on Lorenz, he frowned and walked away.

He sat down on the huge oak tree, chewing on a piece of straw. It was weird. His older brother, Edwin, and his younger brother Charles, both had nice blonde hair, with beautiful blue eyes; while Lorenz had dark brown hair, and not-as-fashionable turquoise eyes. He always did wonder why he was so much more different then his brothers, and his mother. Lorenz also always wondered why his mother would give him a Greek name, while his two brothers had English name. Lorenz could only sit and wonder. He felt, out of place.

“I wonder when Grom is coming back, he promised to teach me to sword play,” Lorenz thought out loud.

Then suddenly the silence broke “Really?” Lorenz swung his head around, almost falling down the hill.

“Who are you!?” Lorenz panicked.

“Keep quiet you fool, or I will be forced to kill you,” the man said. The mysterious man was wearing a long red robe, hanging straight down to the floor, it was obvious he was hiding something heavy in it, knives probably, as it hung straight down dragging on the floor.

Lorenz couldn’t see his face as it was cloaked with the hood as well.

“Well, actually I’m going to have to kill you anyways,” the man laughed pulling a dagger out of his sleeve, raising it to strike. Lorenz could only stare, and wait for his fate.

“Too bad the traitor Grom won’t be here to save you!”. The man grunted and -

“DIE YOU ASSASIN SCUM!”

Lorenz saw the tip of a sword, punch into the man’s stomach. The dagger in his hands dropped down and rolled off the hill.

“Run Lorenz, run!”.

Lorenz quickly stumbled up and ran straight down the hill, he saw the dagger and fumbled with it putting it into his pocket. He dragged himself back up and ran.

Lorenz quickly took a peek back, a man dressed in armor, was the one that saved him. An armor that was trimmed with gold, and elegantly designed. It was Grom, he has finally come back.