Short Story: A Stranger on a Cold Winter Day

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He awoke to the sun's beam hitting his face, the yellow ray had snuck through a small hole in his drapes. He adjusted to the unconventional alarm, sliding slightly getting the ray off of him. He continued to lay in bed,staring at the ceiling a dull grey-stone color. His room remained quiet and dark, as it would always if he didn't wish it not. He let out a long sigh. 'Here comes another day.' He thought bitterly. He threw his covers off and stood, stretching and letting out a yawn. He pulled aside his drapes, dispensing the red hue that bathed his bedroom. The window faced the east and reveled a recently risen sun. He gave a quick glance around his room, a habit he developed while traveling with his brother, always check to see if you've been robbed. His bed sat underneath the window, red and white linen dressed it poorly. His oak desk stood on the opposite wall, littered with letters, receipts and his research journal. Books overspread the rest of his room, giving it a distinct and lovely scent. Having noticed nothing alarming the young man went to do his morning rituals, bathe and groom, dress, and then get his store ready. About an hour later as he finsihed getting dressed he gave himself a once over in the mirror, another habit given to him by his brother, you never should leave without seeing yourself, he didn't really care for what he saw. He wasn't handsome, but he didn't think he was repulsive. He saw pained and lonesome pair of eyes, left green and right yellow, hidden behind an chic pair of silver framed glasses(The only stylish thing on him). He wore a simple tunic with one arm having no sleeve and the other sleeve ended at his finger tips, it was a forest green and the cuffs and neck line had wool etched on and d... ... middle of paper ... ...ger could see how many were there, no could he scream. Though even if he did Kiza doubted anyone could hear it through the storm. All he could think about was how he was still counsious as the wolf let out a howl to aleart his brothern of were the food had fallen. "Back off beast!" Kiza heard as the sound of sword being drawn followed, someone was close to him a moment latter and the weight of the beast vanished off him. He felt someone lift him up and brush the snow out of his eyes, and bring a bottle to his lips. "Drink this." The voice seemed distint, far off and he couldn't tell if the source was male or female, Kiza knew this was from death beackening him. He couldn't even see, his vision black blurs. Both of us don't have to die "H-help....my..shop...some...one...needs...help...go...to hi..mm." He bearly finished the last syllable when his world turned dark.

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