Letters

The next morning you awoke to snow and lots of it the entire campus was full of snow. You found that every inch of the place was covered in snow every nook and cranny. Dragging yourself out of bed you took a shower and got ready for the day you planned to sit back relax and maybe have a little fun lord only knows you haven’t had time to do that in a while. But as you looked around you saw your Crow sound asleep and the letter with the red wax seal untouched still sighing you opened and began to read.

Breaking the seal it dissolved the envelope before out came a small letter.

“Nathan I don’t know what to say it’s been years since I saw you I remember you even if you don’t. I don’t care what the world says about me. Don’t be afraid I am not going to hurt you after all how could a father ever hurt his son? Come visit it me at Blackwall Prison please son I would very much like to see you and I must speak with you it is of the utmost importance. Ambrose Blackthorn.”

Your blood ran cold as you re-read the letter over and over again to make sure you weren’t crazy before you put the letter down and left to get ready for the day you needed to think. The white knight followed you slowly surprisingly not even your professors knew what powered the knight they had seen the rune and magic core inspecting every inch of the thing and yet this medieval knight blade and all was alive with a rune matrix not even the department head had seen before. Naturally they tried to convince the headmaster to allow them to take it apart for further study thankfully he refused citing your safety as a student here. Donning a thick sweater and some hand me down boots you were ready.

Stepping outside of your dorm you found a stack of mail. Surprisingly you found 17 letters all from dueling coaches from across the campus and beyond asking to be your coach. It seems you had made an impression during the try out. Sighing you put the letters in your room and decided to deal with it later. You finally left your dorm. Looking around the campus was quiet as you looked around. Thick black smoke from the grand chimneys of the school filled the sky as white snowflakes danced to the ground looking back you remembered a time when you went hungry you remember it was cold like this snowflakes dancing in the sky...

Shaking your head you let the snow touch your hand before looking around you saw your stock of firewood was running low sighing you grabbed the old axe next to an old shed attached to the dorm. You walked to the forest your guardian close behind. Finding a small clearing you marked a tree with a small X before you began the laborious task. It was cold and it was hard work but you had to do it lest you go to bed cold it was either that or pay for it and lord knows you ain’t gonna pay for what you can get for free especially when you the headmaster gave you permission to do so.

Three hours of sweat and labor before the tree came tumbling down. Tired you nodded to your guardian who simply sheathed his sword before grabbing the end of the tree. Lifting it you walked axe in hand back to the dorm the snow kept falling at a steady pace thankfully there was no breeze only the silence of empty campus. Eventually you made it back to your dorm where your guardian dropped the tree onto the ground. Looking the tree over you chopped off the branches and cut away the foliage while your guardian began marking sections of the tree off with its sword. Soon the tree was a simple long log working in tandem you cut the tree off into smaller more manageable parts and before you knew it you had tree processed down into firewood. The sun was still up and you were hungry it was time for lunch.