I woke up hearing the sound of my alarm clock. Beep! Beep! Beep! Ah. Time to start a new day. I got up and stretched a bit, making my back pop once or twice, before rubbing my eyes. It was time to start my chores, when really, I didn't want to. One thing in the back of my mind said it was going to be a messed up day. After getting ready by eating, having tea, brushing my teeth, and combing my hair, I put on my cape and grabbed my wand. Yes, my wand. I live in the town of Morduke. A magical little town with nothing but creatures. But I'm not talking about dragons, cute little bunnies with elk horns, and witches that fly on broom sticks with a cackle. I'm talking about ravenous flesh eating beasts twice the size of a cottage, and deadly snakes that don't bother hiding.

I headed out the door, before grabbing a pot of water to bring to the spring. As weak as I am, I struggled, and took a while to even reach half way there before spotting a young woman lying down, with short black hair and wearing a white sundress, and not moving. I placed the pot down by the stump of a tree, and carefully walk up to her- gripping my wand on my belt. "Miss, are you-" I got cut off once I was close enough.

I saw red splattered the area around her, and staining her white sundress. I let out a little sudden gasp as I reel backwards, stumbling a bit. This woman- Claire, I remember her as- was dead. In front of me. Right there. I look around to see if anybody was nearby whom I could call to or question, but found no avail. I leaned down on my knees, and turned her over gently and taking a look at her bleeding wound. I hiss slightly at the gash made in her stomach and throat because I imagined how badly it would've hurt, even at the slightest touch. Without wanted anything else to do with Claire's wounded and unmoving body, I got up, and left. I was right.

I shouldn't have left my house this morning.

Once I reached the spring in the center of town, I saw everybody there. Don- the lumberjack, Suzette- the tailor, Fletcher- the wand handcrafter, etc.

But one person caught my eye today, and I sure as hell didn't recognize him. He looked around my age, tall, muscular, and had dirty blonde hair. I couldn't get a clear image. Hm. I then pushed him out of my mind and went to my chores. What do I care for a new wizard anyway? My first chore was to wash the robes of the snobby upper class men who thought they could do whatever the bloody hell they wanted. The high ranked wizards Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert. Good lord, I hated them- especially that French wizard Francis. A pain in my ass he is. I first grabbed a larger bucket filled with soap, and dumped the warm water from my pot in it as I grabbed a robe off of the laundry string between two trees, and carried it over to the bucket.

What annoyed me was that wizards at my rank couldn't use magic unless it was an emergency, so we had to do this all by hand. I turned to grab another robe, but actually bumped into someone. "Oof!" I exclaimed rather loudly. I looked up at the face of which I ran into, only to find myself regret turning. It was the new lad. I hate meeting new people, because I had my own things to worry on instead of others. The new guy fixed his glasses before giving a giant smile in my direction, "Hey, there! I don't think we've met…" I rolled my eyes in the other direction, and faked a smile. He, however, didn't notice. The boy stuck out his hand and beamed a different, more joyful smile, "The name's Alfred. Alfred Jones!" That name had a certain ring to it that made it echo on for a second or two in my busy mind. Without thinking, I shook his hand and answered calmly, "I'm Arthur Kirkland. Pleasure meeting you." Alfred spoke with a light accent from another village, and I tried to figure it out, but couldn't. Alfred picked up a robe and then another before looking at me and asking, "Hey, mind if I stay by your side? I don't really know what to do…" I sighed and looked at him with a stern look and said with a pinch of rudeness, "Go ask another wizard. There are plenty of other higher ranked wizards wandering around here that isn't busy." I stuck up my nose slightly. With that comment, Alfred gave a little frown- close to a pout, which was almost cute.

I then sighed and gave up. What was I supposed to do? His little pout and eyes were amazingly talented. "Come on. I'll let you tag along." Alfred then lit up like a Christmas tree and smiled, "Oh, thank you Artie!" I drew back when he called me that pesky name. "It's Arthur, twat!" I spat out that last word a bit harshly, but he didn't seem to care and replied with a light- and obnoxious- laugh that made me scowl. "Calm down, dude! It's just a nickname! I got one fer' everyone I meet!" he then put an arm around me and wrinkling my cape. A long moment went by as he stared at me with a smile and waited for the next comment I made. I was scared to though. I didn't want him to have another head-splitting laugh and cu- er, annoying smile.

After that short moment, Alfred removed his arm and gave a small wave, "Hellooo? Did I break you with my heroic touch?" After that being said, he gave a…so called 'heroic' pose towards me.

I rolled my eyes and dragged him by his sleeve to the bucket. It's going to be a rough day.

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