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You already know the story of lovers apart, whom, no matter how far they were from each other, still loved one another till the end. What about the one with the mermaid or the one that’s a story within a story? The yarn about the gypsy? Well, now, if you have the patience, you will learn the chronicle of the Pirate December, the king of the cold seas who will find treasure in the most painfully clichéd place that he could search. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start in the town where it all started, right after an unfortunate mishap.

“Maybe if you where more careful, you wouldn’t have been hit with that wagon.” said a young voice with an acquired motherly tone. She brushed aside a dark lock of hair from her face. “It’s pretty wide for such a sallow cut. A scar will probably from.”
“I was crossing that road way before he turned that bend! The bastard should’ve stopped- Son of a banshee that hurts!” protested a young man with jet black hair and coffee stain-colored skin.
“Stop moving around, I’ve got to get this cleaned so it won’t become infected.” said the girl calmly. She stood up to get a clean rag from the watered filled basin.
“I swear, Risa, you act more like Mother everyday.” the sharp tongued young man crossed his arms in a fashion that could be compared to that of a small pouting child. “You’re only nine, a good five years younger than myself, and you’re already acting older than me. I should be the older brother here.”
Risa scrunched her eyebrows in thought, and then turned to say, “Well who would want to marry a child?”
The young man could feel that is mouth was wide open with shock, so he promptly shut it. “Risa, you’ve got a whole decade or so to marry. Don’t make me feel like the younger brother.”
“But December-” Risa was cut off when another young girl let herself in and slammed the door. She slowly walked toward December as he backed away. He could feel chills run down his spine as girl approached him. She looked up to him with her hazel eyes. “You’re gonna get it know, Deci!” said Risa. The young girl who so rudely, thought Risa, barged through the door raised her hand and slapped December. He staggered back and rubbed the spot where he was hit.
“Do you know how worried I was!?” cried the young girl.
“Not enough to strike me, Noël!” December said, rubbing his cheek. He was prepared to defend himself against another onslaught when he noticed tears welling up on Noël’s eyes. She rubbed them in an attempt to hide them.
“I heard from the Ezio the blacksmith that you were run over by a wagon. I saw just as they were carrying you to the hospital. You hit your head hard enough to knock you out but not enough to cause damage. Wait, what’s that on your face?” said Noël all in one breath.
December automatically touched the cut underneath his right eye. The bleeding stopped to reveal a crescent-shaped wound. “Eh, nothin’ but a scratch. I’m alright. See?” December spread his arms wide. Noël didn’t seem convinced.
“You looked dead.” Risa said bluntly. Both December and Noël looked over towards her, not expecting the comment. “Deci, I thought that you weren’t going to wake up.” Risa had a cup of tea in her small hands.
“Don’t say such things so calmly.” said December while slumping down in a nearby chair. Noël giggled at how downtrodden he looked. “By the way, who ran me down anyway?” December said without looking up.
“It was the miller’s husband, old man Hal.” said Noël. She heard December curse under his breath. “He’s looking for you, he wants to apologize.”
“Why should I let him apologize!?” said December.
“He didn’t exactly have the chance to do it when you were unconscious.” said Noël. She grabbed December’s arm and forced him up. “Now, you walk to his house and let him say he’s sorry. You know that his sights leaving him.” She pushed him out the door despite his protesting. Before he could scurry back in, she closed the door on December’s face. “Persistently rude, isn’t he?” said Risa.
“You did a good job treating his wounds. How bad was he?” inquired Noël.
Risa made a mischievous face that suggested that she was going to tell a secret, “He had head trauma, but my brother’s so hard headed that it wasn’t all that damaging. He sprained his wrist, but of course, he’ll never wrap it up. The cut underneath is eye is defiantly going to scar.” Risa counted off the injuries on her fingers.
Noël sighed, “Why doesn’t he tell me anything?”
“It’s not obvious? He’s trying to impress you! He-” Risa’s teasing was abruptly stopped when the house shook and a tin pan landed on her head. “What was that?!” she cried.
The shaking came and went, so the two girls hid under a table. “Is this an earthquake?” asked Noël. They were startled when old man Hal entered the house without knocking and said “Come out; go to the safe house on the other side of town!”
Noël came out to see that Hal came alone. “Where’s December? What’s going on?!”
The old man scratched his head then looked around. “He ain’t with you?”
“We sent him out to look for you!” cried Risa, still cowering under the table.
“I hope that boy is smart enough to run to the safe house when bandits are running amuck.” Color drained from the faces of the girls.

The stench of smoke filled the streets of the port town Orencia as fire engulfed it.

Description
You already know the story of lovers apart, whom, no matter how far they were from each other, still loved one another till the end. What about the one with the mermaid or the one that’s a story within a story? The yarn about the gypsy? Well, now, if you have the patience, you will learn the chronicle of the Pirate December, the king of the cold seas who will find treasure in the most painfully clichéd place that he could search. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start in the town where it all started, right after an unfortunate mishap.

“Maybe if you where more careful, you wouldn’t have been hit with that wagon.” said a young voice with an acquired motherly tone. She brushed aside a dark lock of hair from her face. “It’s pretty wide for such a sallow cut. A scar will probably from.”
“I was crossing that road way before he turned that bend! The bastard should’ve stopped- Son of a banshee that hurts!” protested a young man with jet black hair and coffee stain-colored skin.
“Stop moving around, I’ve got to get this cleaned so it won’t become infected.” said the girl calmly. She stood up to get a clean rag from the watered filled basin.
“I swear, Risa, you act more like Mother everyday.” the sharp tongued young man crossed his arms in a fashion that could be compared to that of a small pouting child. “You’re only nine, a good five years younger than myself, and you’re already acting older than me. I should be the older brother here.”
Risa scrunched her eyebrows in thought, and then turned to say, “Well who would want to marry a child?”
The young man could feel that is mouth was wide open with shock, so he promptly shut it. “Risa, you’ve got a whole decade or so to marry. Don’t make me feel like the younger brother.”
“But December-” Risa was cut off when another young girl let herself in and slammed the door. She slowly walked toward December as he backed away. He could feel chills run down his spine as girl approached him. She looked up to him with her hazel eyes. “You’re gonna get it know, Deci!” said Risa. The young girl who so rudely, thought Risa, barged through the door raised her hand and slapped December. He staggered back and rubbed the spot where he was hit.
“Do you know how worried I was!?” cried the young girl.
“Not enough to strike me, Noël!” December said, rubbing his cheek. He was prepared to defend himself against another onslaught when he noticed tears welling up on Noël’s eyes. She rubbed them in an attempt to hide them.
“I heard from the Ezio the blacksmith that you were run over by a wagon. I saw just as they were carrying you to the hospital. You hit your head hard enough to knock you out but not enough to cause damage. Wait, what’s that on your face?” said Noël all in one breath.
December automatically touched the cut underneath his right eye. The bleeding stopped to reveal a crescent-shaped wound. “Eh, nothin’ but a scratch. I’m alright. See?” December spread his arms wide. Noël didn’t seem convinced.
“You looked dead.” Risa said bluntly. Both December and Noël looked over towards her, not expecting the comment. “Deci, I thought that you weren’t going to wake up.” Risa had a cup of tea in her small hands.
“Don’t say such things so calmly.” said December while slumping down in a nearby chair. Noël giggled at how downtrodden he looked. “By the way, who ran me down anyway?” December said without looking up.
“It was the miller’s husband, old man Hal.” said Noël. She heard December curse under his breath. “He’s looking for you, he wants to apologize.”
“Why should I let him apologize!?” said December.
“He didn’t exactly have the chance to do it when you were unconscious.” said Noël. She grabbed December’s arm and forced him up. “Now, you walk to his house and let him say he’s sorry. You know that his sights leaving him.” She pushed him out the door despite his protesting. Before he could scurry back in, she closed the door on December’s face. “Persistently rude, isn’t he?” said Risa.
“You did a good job treating his wounds. How bad was he?” inquired Noël.
Risa made a mischievous face that suggested that she was going to tell a secret, “He had head trauma, but my brother’s so hard headed that it wasn’t all that damaging. He sprained his wrist, but of course, he’ll never wrap it up. The cut underneath is eye is defiantly going to scar.” Risa counted off the injuries on her fingers.
Noël sighed, “Why doesn’t he tell me anything?”
“It’s not obvious? He’s trying to impress you! He-” Risa’s teasing was abruptly stopped when the house shook and a tin pan landed on her head. “What was that?!” she cried.
The shaking came and went, so the two girls hid under a table. “Is this an earthquake?” asked Noël. They were startled when old man Hal entered the house without knocking and said “Come out; go to the safe house on the other side of town!”
Noël came out to see that Hal came alone. “Where’s December? What’s going on?!”
The old man scratched his head then looked around. “He ain’t with you?”
“We sent him out to look for you!” cried Risa, still cowering under the table.
“I hope that boy is smart enough to run to the safe house when bandits are running amuck.” Color drained from the faces of the girls.

The stench of smoke filled the streets of the port town Orencia as fire engulfed it.