Author's note: Happy New years Everyone. I hope everyone reading this had a great new years and will have a great year. Wow, you ever realize just how little you wrote even though it feels like you wrote a 5 page paper. Wild. I figured, I'd give Jack some backstory about his life and situation before he eventually meets Inma. I'll try to regularly update my fanfics this year.
As Jack sat back and looked at the window; he remembered his old life at home. It was an average, boring day on the farm. He woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing and the jingling bells of cows.
"Jack!" his mother called out, "Wake up!" Jack groggily blinked his eyes as he face the same old day of planting corn. His muscles ached and he smelt the sour scent of mildew in the air. He leap onto his feet and cracked his back as another day was going to go by.
Jack walked out from the house and looked outside. The sun immediately blinded him as rays danced on his eyeballs. A groan escaped his lungs.
"Coming mother." He said as the kettle in the kitchen started to brew. It was in the middle of a cold a winter; and if things didn't pick up soon; they'd soon lose the farm. Jack did pick up a few odd jobs here and there, construction, magic shows, sewer work. He also did some illegal work such as thievary and bribing officials with whatever money he could muster.
Jack considered himself a natural smooth talker, who could lie like the devil himself. Jack was honest in his work though. Whenever he set his mind to a task, he intended to finish it then and there.
"Jack, come here." His mother called out again. Jack waltz into the room like a zombie. His mother looked annoyed at her son. She was an eldery lady in her mid 40's to early 50's. Jack was around a young adult, 19-21.
"Times are getting tough Jack." His mother told him as a pan of oatmeal began to boil over. A high whistle brushed again Jack's eardrums.
"I know mother. I'm doing what I can." Jack replied. Most of the time, he scrapped by just enough money to get by. The land owners were starting to get greedy. They began to raise taxes more and more, leaving most of the traditional residents broke and hungry. It made jack mad.
"The weather's been crazy Jack. The house in practically in shambles." His mother continued in an anxious fit. Jack wished he could make all of her worries disappear. If he could just find the money, or get rid of the greedy landowners.
Jack heard of legends about the weather. Apparently, whenever the weather was frantic; "Storm giants" would be angrily stomping around in the clouds. Jack never believed much in fairytales or giants; however He really wanted a happily ever after right about now.
"I know you're trying your best...but if you could just work a miracle. Just once." His mom pleaded. Jack sighed and facepalmed himself.
Here we go again, miracle this, miracle that. Jack thought to himself in a silent fit. He smiled at his mother.
"I'll figure out something." Jack assured her to calm her worries, "Who knows, maybe I'll find a stairway to heaven. Get some gold." His mother was left silent, though she gave him a half-hearted smile. Jack heard things falling from the sky. Coins, flowers, to even beans, eggs made of silver and gold.
"I just need to find one golden egg. Then I can beat that greedy landlord's face in." Jack whispered to himself. He raised himself up and walked out the door.
"I'm going to work mother." Jack told his mom as he left his home. Jack's mother nodded and noticed that Jack hadn't eaten breakfast.
"Jack, your breakfast." His mother called out to him. Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Save it for later, please. Money doesn't wait." Jack said furnishing his brow. "Now, time to get to work."
