"IORN, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!" screamed Marla. She was Iorn's mother—well, she had been for the past six years. His real mother had died seven years ago. Either way, he climbed out of his bed. He had been daydreaming once more. The sun had risen and it was almost midday; light shone through his window.He stood up, leaned back, and jumped off the bed. But he quickly realized it was a mistake because he landed with a loud thud.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he heard his mother scream. "YOU BETTER NOT BE BREAKING ANYTHING!"
He rushed downstairs and saw that she was holding a rolling pin. He had almost already tripped down the stairs, but his day was just getting started."I made your breakfast four hours ago. You better explain yourself, young man," she said, her eyes almost lighting on fire with fury.As she lifted the rolling pin with enough force to knock him out, he saw the door opening. To his luck, it was his dad. Jamson was a tall man with a bold physique and didn't look like a humble 45-year-old.
"Dad, help!" screamed Iorn.But all Jamson did was slowly close the door with a faint, "Sorry, you're on your own,son,"
Iorn looked behind him and saw that his mother was slapping the rolling pin against her hand, still full of rage. She went for her first strike, but Iorn ran. He ran to the table where his eggs and a piece of wheat bread had been sitting cold for the past four hours.He ate the egg and shoved the piece of bread into his mouth, but almost spat it out.He looked at his mom and said, "Weally? Wheat whead?" with his mouth full, before realizing that his mother was still after him.
He ran toward the kitchen and jumped through the window. He made a salute gesture before running off. As he ran away, he heard his mother's screams. "WAIT TILL YOU GET BACK, YOUNG MAN!"
"So how was yours, bro?" Iorn asked Boris as they stood under a large peach tree.Boris was taller than him, with a young-looking face, but he was stronger than he looked."Well, same old, same old. Kissed grandma goodbye and came here," he said."Must be nice having a grandma who doesn't try to hit you," said Iorn."I mean, dude, you do dumb stuff around her and she's gonna be mad. Basic logic," Boris replied."Whatever. Wait, do you see that?" said Iorn, pointing beyond the field they had been overlooking."I ain't falling for that," said Boris.But after looking again, Boris was also shocked.It was a carriage. The thing was, their mundane town had never seen anything like that very often.
"Let's go," said Boris."WAIT, ain't that what I say?" asked Iorn."I wanted to do it too, you know."
Two men were sitting in the back of the carriage."I see. So you two are the new ones," said one of the men as he waved a hand toward them.Both of them stepped back from the carriage. Suddenly, the driver stepped down."I see... I guess so," said the driver."WAIT, who are you guys?" asked Boris, questioning everyone.Iorn prepared himself to run, but the man suddenly held out his axe and threw it. It hit Boris, ricocheted off him, and struck Iorn while he had just started to jump.
"Shit, mom's gonna kill me," thought Iorn as his vision blacked out and he felt an arm pick him up.