The Three Blessed Kings

Chapter 1: Anew

Bacon and eggs fried,
The scent allured me to wake,
Drool was soon produced.

The soft sun embraced me,
Getting dressed I awaited my meal;
Twas morning.

Though my hair in knots,
My feet gripped the cold wood floor,
A new day started.

My wooden room glowed,
Not only in daybreak light,
But in the birds' songs.

My routine began.
I relaxed my stiff muscles,
My thoughts were simple.

I prepared water,
My scorn face now freshly washed,
The water stinging.

Foggy thoughts now left me,
The moisture made it clear:
I lived alone.

Whoever was cooking?
I hadn't had company...?
The thought jolted me...

I was just a peasant,
Was it thieves?
Or worse; the Knight's authorities?!

I could not bare to wait,
I ran back to my chambers,
And started to pack.

'Why pack', you may ask?
Because my time here is over,
I know not why.

My luggage was small;
Only the essentials,
But it was enough.

The sizzling stopped,
Just in time for me to run,
My window in view.

I strapped my parcel,
Gripping the window I jumped,
Splinters embraced me.

Landing on grass,
The vegetation scattered,
Leaving only prints.

This light was harsher,
No roof to protect me now,
It zapped my conscience.

I was out the back,
But I could see guards in front,
Though my stealth saved me.

I dashed down the road,
The cobblestones hurt my feet;
It was still morning.

My cottage vanished,
Though it was not much to leave,
I was still solemn.

My home out of view,
I stopped to think in the slums,
"Where do I go now?"

My answer was found:
I had halted outside a guild,
One for heroes.

Though more of a pub,
A new adventure would start,
Though not my forté.

Life had been so dull,
Though poor, I lived lazily.
But change was coming.

A very big change...
One that would save or end it all.
This is his tale.