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The two of them walked into the woods that they both called home. The sounds of birds ebbing away as they realized the terror that was about to come upon them. The trees became somewhat depressed and faint.
Going through the area there was a plethora of animal pens and even grounds where the goats roamed the forest floor. None of these beasts showed themselves to Lucian or his Sister as they walked through. While each of these creatures might have looked forward to a treat, let it be an apple or pair of grapes, they did not dare walk within the open once night came upon them.
It was moments like this that Lucian felt the weight of the scythe within his hand. It was not heavy but reassuring to be within the grip of the young man. He was a faithful follower of the Lady, fulfilling his duty as the strongest man within the Household. Upon his shoulders his family and village stood firmly to live. This was accomplished through the scythe, a symbol of Morr.
“You’re not gonna brin’ that scythe into the house!” Odgu snapped her brother out of a daze with a spat of words, “You day dreamin’?”
“I was thinking to myself.” Admitted Lucian, “Give me a moment to put it in the barn.”
“Good.” Odgu’s eyes shifted rather uncomfortably before walking into the building. It was only Lucian after all who would brazenly carry a Scythe almost everywhere he went without care or worry. When his brothers were done working the patches, they would try their damndest to rid themselves of such a graceful tool.
He was just odd. Ever since Lucian knew who he was, he accepted that fact.
Walking to the shed he opened the slightly rotten door and settled his tool among the plethora of hatchets and pitchforks that were in there. Each of them a crude make from the nearby blacksmith because his family did not want to buy anything more than needed.
He looked up towards the sky again, through the thin canopy of trees. While Mannslieb was high in the sky Morrslieb did not show itself at all. Its devilish green hue was so absent that one every wondered if it was even up there.
They were blessed, if just for one more night.
