Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 1 - Instal Family
"Sister! Wake up!" someone shouted right in my right ear.
Because his loud scream as loud as the sound of lightning hit my eardrum, both eyelids opened.
"Ouch! My ears!" myrag.
As my life began to regroup into my body, that was when I realized that currently my two sisters were sitting next to my body that had just woken up from sleep.
"Tck! Oi! Chris! Christina's! Don't you have any other way to wake me up than by making me deaf?!" my hard drive is on them.
Christina who was seven years old was gloomy after I shouted, but Chris turned around to yell at me.
"Sister didn't wake up!" said.
"But that's not the way!" shouted back.
"Then how? Yesterday my sister was also angry when the water sprinklers woke up!"
"Because the water you use is water for irrigation!"
"What if the water is irrigated?!"
"Dirty knows!"
"Sister will be dirty too!"
"SILENCE!"
Suddenly, a bear in the form of a human (said my father, not me) kicked through the door of our room. It's got my heart out, and I'm sure Chris and Christina's heart is the same.
Beside him, there was a four-year-old boy who was grasping his clothes while looking at his face in fear. Christa, my youngest sister.
"Christopher! Clean your room! Chris! Christina's! You two clean the dining room! Understood?!" shouted mom.
"understand!" said Chris.
"Ready, mom!" christina.
I'm trying to protest. Wh why? Because it should be Christina's turn today, it's not my turn to clean up this room.
"But..."
"But what?!"
"Now it's Christina's turn to clean up this room!" my protest.
I managed to express my objections to my mother's orders to me. But unfortunately, my mother was much smarter at arguing than I was.
"You want to clean up this room, or clean up the cowshed? Which one?!"
...***...
I don't want to keep cleaning this room. It's not a problem I'm lazy to clean the mattress or whatever, the problem is Chris often wet the bed.
She was eleven years old, but her bladder was as weak as a two-year-old. I mean, even Christa's never wet her bed again.
Plus the fact that in this room there is almost no air circulation because there are no windows at all here. So, the smell of pesing from the bedwetting Chris getting sharper.
My own room the walls are made of woven rattan, the air from outside into our room through the small cracks of the webbing. Hence, this room is very crowded.
Countless times have I imagined breaking down some parts of this "wall" for air to enter, but my knowledge of what I would gain from that action stopped my wild imagination.
However, to be honest this is not the only wall I intend to break down. The other wall is the wall that covers me from the outside world.
Pensylon Wall, the border wall of the Kingdom of Pensylon that if ordinary people like me dare to touch it, can be lost hands (really, I do not make it up)
But there is no need for me to think far there, touching the dimple in the corner of this room only I was threatened by the law of pasung.
My own room consisted of only three haystacks with white cloth mats along with a weathered closet that now seemed to have become a termite nest.
The floor itself is just ordinary land. It is not made of ceramics like King Pensylon Castle in Muson, not of wood or stone. It really is just land.
You could say, my room, Chris, and Christina used to be a storage warehouse for crops. It's not that I'm bad at it, but I have some evidence.
Straw-turned mattresses, weathered cabinets, dimples in the corner, do not forget about some plant pests in this room, all of which can only be found in the warehouse storage of crops.
"ah! Finally finished too!" my spoken.
After I finished cleaning up my "room", I immediately rushed to the bathtub to finally remove the unbearable bubbly smell that moved from the floor to my clothes.
...***...
"CHRISTOPHERS! You've been fourteen years still repeating the habit... If you have finished bathing, wipe your body until it is completely dry. Your skin will itch." Mom scolded me.
I'm pissed, I'm mad, I hate it, every time Mom tells me that. Mom's in the dining room right now and I'm at the entrance to my room, but I can tell.
"Yeah! I knew! Patience!" my lament.
My mother's distance from me was two large windows away from this house, but she could tell in detail and accurately which part of my body was still wet.
Without length, I open a rickety closet from the sound of the closet door alone very clearly indicates how many centuries it has been in this place. Don't forget, I'll get my favorite clothes.
The shirt, which was originally yellow, had only lost its color due to the color it was washed off frequently; and the brown trousers from my 12th birthday present.
Not to forget I combed my hair that often pierced my eyes because it was long and my father still refused to cut it.
"Father can only cut sheep's feathers, Christopher. If Dad was told to cut your hair, I'd be afraid to cut your neck by accident." That's what I remember.
***
"Come on! Hurry up, you fucking cow!" he said to the cow in front of him.
My father was plowing the fields because our family just harvested last week. So that at this time, he plowed the land so that it could be planted with wheat.
But the cow did not go forward. I chuckled because I knew the reason. Because the cow was silent to see the cow belonging to Mr. Rivers next door neighbor.
"Hehe, it's Dad." I said to calm Dad down.
The father who was initially upset, changed face after seeing me. He smiled so gently that I almost forgot that he had just cursed.
"A, Christopher. Already eaten?" ask Dad.
"It is." I replied as I walked to the stables.
"Ah, Praise the Soul of Pensylon. Where are you going then?"
"I want to play with my friends, Dad."
***
Kriet's!
I opened the door to Istal. This installation is pretty good for a farmer. Even too grand.
I can feel that this stables are more expensive in its entire contents when compared to my house.
As I walked in the stables, I witnessed three horses inherited from grandfather.
First there was Shadow, he was named so because of his extremely dark skin color. Seal his shadow, even darker.
Second there was Wood, the name was given for the same reason as Shadow, the color of the skin. His brown skin made my father decide to name him Wood.
Well, this third one is the pride horse of the Hamilton family. Spirit III, I usually just shorten Spirit.
Spirit is the legacy horse of my grandfather, Kristoff Hamilton. Almost the same as my name, right?
It said, he said, The Spirit I has a skin color that is as white as a fleece and can also run from the Muson (Capital of Pensylon) to here in just 1-2 hours (with regular horses it takes about 3 hours, fast right?)
When I remember my grandfather's story (written in a book), I sometimes wonder. Although Spirit III was indeed as fast as Spirit I, how could Spirit III be as black as the night sky?
Kraak!
I opened the door to the room where Spirit lived. Then I said.
"Hi, Spirit. Ready to go there?"
Not long after, I was already sitting in the Spirit saddle. After that, we walked out of the room and also headed outside.
As long as I was out of the stables, I always felt proud as well as confused whenever I thought about how grandfather could buy this many horses.
***
By the time I got out of the stables, my father was already waiting at the door. Crossing his hands, he said...
"What do you want to play, to the point of bringing Spirit? You're not gonna race horses anymore, are you?" ask Dad.
I reply quickly.
"No, I just want to help Victoria sell her family manure." I replied.
My father lowered his hand, and said...
"Oh, so. May Pensylon's soul protect you, Christopher."
He smiled at me, and I returned his smile. Then I answered his words.
"Yes, Dad too. Go, Spirit!!" reply me while bringing Spirit forward.
The horse neighed and drove down the highway. Heading to a place where my friends are waiting.
"Norman, Victoria, wait for me." My inner.
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