Warnings and other look at first chap.
The losses of life – Chapter two
As I step off of the ship and look around I am numbed by how little things have changed. In almost 200 years this place has not changed much. As I walk to an Inn I notice that there are only a few cars, so I might have to ride horse again. I know that I will know how but I can't help but laugh at the fact that it's been so long. I sober up. It has been long. I think I see the same faces that I saw last time, but I know that I do not. They are those people's grandchildren or Great grandchildren.
I snap back to the present as I hear some one yelling at me. I have not moved and am blocking a path. I adjust my duffel bag and fix my hat before moving on. As I walk I look at my duster. The same one that I have had since before I came here. I talk to a woman at the front desk. She hands me a key and points to the room that I will be staying in for the night. I unlock the door and almost fall in to the room.
I'm just too tired. My body says differently, but what does it know, it never gets tired anymore. Always my sprit dwindles before my body. I shut the door and strip. I crawl into the bed without thought. As I lay thinking about everything, I cannot help but tear up. Before their deaths I never cried, but now I do almost every night. With the pain and guilt sitting on me I become short of breath, I grab for my bag and in it pull out an inhaler. Two deep breathes later and I'm too tired to move. I simply close my eyes and am off.
I wake late in the morning. I have not slept that long in ages. As I rise my body cracks in weird places. I must have not moved much in the night. The shower is nice and warm. I had thought that not much had changed, this lead me to believe that I would not have access to a shower for sometime. I am happy that I do, at least for the time being. What I have learned of Transylvania today is that very few people reside there. Trusting instincts that tell them that it is a land of evil on which they reside. That what people that are there have only changed things to today's standers, such as bathing and food. Other whys it is much the same, ruled by graves, new and old. So it is little wonder why I have to travel so.
I am now dressed and ready to leave. I pay the woman at the front desk and say thank you. She flirts with me. As she flirts with me I notice the ring on her finger and the swell in her stomach. I simply tell her that I must be off and pray for her husband.
I walk to what seems to be a horse "dealership". I find a fine horse. He is tall and strong looking. He is a brown reddish color that makes me think of Carl. I want to weep. When I left I had just said good by to his granddaughter. She had just attended her granddaughters wedding and was sad to see me go. I remember when her mother had died. How Carl had wept for days. She had been young. Jane, Carl's granddaughter, had been so full of life back then, before her mother had died. Now as a 91-year-old woman, her eyes held the sorrow of all those years. I shook my head to get the thought out of my head. I didn't need to think of this right now. I paid the man for the horse and started on my way.