The Empire of the Wretched Son

Year 0001, The Imperium

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Gel was having a bad dream, with what happened with her and her mother.

 She was slighly woken up from her sleep because of this, but fell right back into wonderland, but before she could totally pass out, she saw the silhouette of someone carrying her.

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 The next thing she saw was her being covered in thick blankets and was near a fireplace.

 She didn't know who brought her here but she hoped it was someone who her mother thinks owns this place. 

Because when she ran that night towards the house that her mother pointed at. That house was devoid of human activity as no one answered her from banging the wooden door.

 After she entered the house that night she looked around and found no one was living inside it although there were a lot of stuff in it.

 But she was too tired and was shivering and sobbing from the cold and her mothers death. 

 She found one of the larger rooms upstairs that has a bed.

She fell on it extremly exhausted from the events that occured. 

That was the last thing that she remembered after dropping from exhaustion.

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Gel was in and out of this current state of hers and the next moment that she had woken up again, she couldn't move herself.

Because although August took some blankets off of her she was still wrapped nicely, it was somewhat for his protection so he could react appropriately if the situation arises him to do so.

So when she woke up like a zombiefied mummy, he was pretty bewildered by it.

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She couldn't tell if this was a dream or a nightmarish reality she had woken up to.

 As she was in and out of it most of the time because she had a high fever and was in a delirious state.

 But she'd fell back asleep again and again feeling uncomfortable ...

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 The next time she woke up a very aromatic smell has invaded her senses, her entire being trembling. She rose from her slumber just like how the dead rises, she frantically searched for the origin of this enticing smell.

She looked like a hungry beast from, Augusts perspective.

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A little later someone poked her side and there she saw someone sitting across her holding the source of her sudden appetite in one hand a bowl of brothy soup and a bow on the other.

 Gel looked at him with curiousity, a wondrous gaze at the bowl he was holding on to.

After a moment of inquisitory gaze that she threw at that lad across her.

He gestured at her to take the food and eat it slowly, but he stuttered his words trying to speak to her.

 This must be the person that is living in this area. She didn't know what to say and he barely spoke to her.

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Gel didn't eat the food directly, afraid the food might be poisoned, she wasn't that crazy yet, although her mouth was already watering.

To aleviate this awkward situation August began to dig into his portion of the brothy soup. He drank a little bit from it and proceeded to indulge himself more in to this heavenly food.

She took and looked at the delicious bowl, at least it was not poisoned. The next moment she began ravishing it like it was her last meal, she was indeed pretty starved and ate it with much gusto.

If someone saw them you would notice that there was this awkward atmosphere between two strangers sharing their first meal together.

But they both remained silent and only focused on their meal, there was a homey feeling in this brothy soup. And it reminded them of their mothers and their homes.

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 After they finished their meal August felt the awkward atmosphere was too much so he got up where he was seated and took the dishes they used.

" Umm I'm going to clean this up "

He took their dishes and went out for a bit. After he finished and went back inside.

Gel was still sitting nearer the hearth with a melancholic gaze looking at the dancing flames.

There was much that he wanted to ask her. But he knew it wasn't time for for such questions yet. (His introverted nature kicked in!)

They remained liked that until the darkness of the night enveloped the outside world and only the light from the hearth remained.

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The following days, the winter cold has already receded and the weather is a little bit warmer now, in just a couple of days spring will trully begin.

 Gel has recovered most of her vigor and was becoming active around the house... Mostly watching August ran around the place and exercising.

August still felt awkward around Gel so he barely talked to her (like never). Although the other day he finally managed gain his courage to ask her, her name...

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" Ummm cann I.. I.. Ask what your na..me iss? "

*he still stuttered though [ *SIGH* ]

Gel pondered for a bit, she was surprised he finally spoke to her.

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" Gel ... "

*awkwaardd

" Ohhh... ok, cool. " " Rightt, I am August! "

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He was perplexed at the audacity of this cold judgemental floating window who dared to judge him for his inadequacy!

* you ! you ! screw off! *

[ S Y S T E M : HMMMPF! *pouts* ]

August made some mental curses! He knew this thing can read him like a book!

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After that they barely spoke with each other. August did his daily routine, but now he went outside the house and jogged around the area instead of inside the house.

Gel just watched him through the window sitting on his fathers favorite chair. She was amused of the things the boy did every waking hour and this has become her pastime entertainment.

This daily routine of theirs continued until snow has finally melted.

The first signs of spring has arrived as the world has gotten a bit more active with the animals waking up from their hibernation.