Post by foreverchanging on Jan 5, 2010 17:55:33 GMT -5
Krona woke with a start. The inn he had stayed at for the night was extremely noisey - especially with all the rowdy, drug-addicted locals downstairs. The sound which woke him was probably the last druggy biting the dust. Without a second thought, Krona got out of bed and prepared himself for the public eye. From the table side, he grabbed his rusty dagger and staff - for protection, of course. As he was about to leave, he noticed that a letter was slipped under his door. Nervously he picked it up and read.
'Dear Krona,
I demand that you return home imediately.-'
Krona gulped, before continuing on.
'Me and you father have been worried sick! We've even felt slightly guilty... silly us, eh?-'
'Yeah right!' Krona spat, ripping the paper to shreds.
He knew how untruthful his parents could be - it was basically recieving an offer for torture, or to live free. Well Krona felt the choice was obvious, and left the debris scattered across the carpet. Angrily, Krona charged down stairs - if his parents could get mail to him, then they could be extremely close. Just as he was about to leave, Krona heard a voice calling him.
'Oi, Lass, a package arrived for you!' came the voice of the barman, oddly still at his post,'I didn't know where to keep this parcel, but i slipped that letter under your door, earlier.'
Krona froze. That package was probably from his parents. He didn't really have a choice though - even if it was a severed ear, anything from his parents still made him have a warm feeling inside - dispite the insanity they caused him. He walked over to the barman, and took the package. Cautiously he opened it, piece-by-piece.
Inside the package was...
'Dear Krona,
I demand that you return home imediately.-'
Krona gulped, before continuing on.
'Me and you father have been worried sick! We've even felt slightly guilty... silly us, eh?-'
'Yeah right!' Krona spat, ripping the paper to shreds.
He knew how untruthful his parents could be - it was basically recieving an offer for torture, or to live free. Well Krona felt the choice was obvious, and left the debris scattered across the carpet. Angrily, Krona charged down stairs - if his parents could get mail to him, then they could be extremely close. Just as he was about to leave, Krona heard a voice calling him.
'Oi, Lass, a package arrived for you!' came the voice of the barman, oddly still at his post,'I didn't know where to keep this parcel, but i slipped that letter under your door, earlier.'
Krona froze. That package was probably from his parents. He didn't really have a choice though - even if it was a severed ear, anything from his parents still made him have a warm feeling inside - dispite the insanity they caused him. He walked over to the barman, and took the package. Cautiously he opened it, piece-by-piece.
Inside the package was...
