My One And Only dream

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The long and idle gossips of his mother and the old woman irritated and bored Lark. He couldn't help but put on an angry stare at the two.

"Oooohh~ lil Lark looks so cute~"

"Here have some candies"

Miss Veyne couldn't help but pinch Lark's pouted cheeks and smile. She gave Lark a candy and patted his head.

"Aargh I'm not a kid, old woman!!"

Lark slapped the hand that was patting him, and took the candy from miss Veyne, as he stuck out his tongue and ran away.

"Haaaa, Lark! where are you going!!" Elena sighed and yelled to her child who was running away.

"Home!" Irritating replied Lark whose figure was gradually shrinking.

Elena apologetically looked at miss Veyne and walked after Lark.

"Don't worry about it, children nowadays are always impatient" said the old woman, whom Elena nodded after hearing what she said and began walking again.

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Lark was panting heavily, his body was sweating profusely as he opened the door with his sweaty palms, to a house made of wood and a thatch roof.

"Pheew"

Lark took a deep breath and looked at his small home with only one room, where him and his parents slept at, and the kitchen which was connected to the living room, that only had a few cooking utensils hanging from his father's handmade box.

"Haaaa, I wonder what kind of home nobles had?"

The 7 year old sighed in disappointment.

No matter what happens when the day comes I'll become a knight that many admired, strong people who save, who served and protect the people from all kinds of danger, and hopefully one day get my parents out of this place.

Lark's eyes glowed in determination, as he toss and turned on the carpet in his own fantasies.

"Hehehheehe-argh! what the!!"

While he was rolling and indulging in his own delusions, a nail was protruding from a hole in the carpet, that teared open his clothes.

"Damnit, Mom's gonna put me in a long 1 hour sermon again"

Cursed Lark as he took off his top and looked at the carpet.

From the very first place why is there a nail in there, I'm pretty sure beneath the carpet was only dirt.

Thought Lark as he held up the three squared metres carpet in the corner. He saw in the middle of the carpet that there was a small nail protruding from the dirt.

"The hell? Who would nail a dirt?"

Lark crawled inside the carpet as he looked on inside the dark, as his eyes were gradually getting used to it. There really was a rusty nail stuck and it even looks like it was hammered down. The kid touched the ground where the nail protruded, and knocked on it.

tok tok tok~

"What?! there's wood beneath the dirt?"

Lark changed his stance in a crouching one, making the chairs on the living room fall on the process, and the tables turned sideways, like it was on a slope.

"Oops, I guess I'll have to fix the chairs later"

He used his hands to remove the dirt, and there he saw, a hatch made of wood.

He opened the hatch that had a handle,

in his direction and saw a ladder made of wood, going down in a dark hole. Lark fully opened the door making it look like __.__

Should I go down or not? C'mon Lark!, it's not like mother and father is going to kill me anyways right?

And father is hunting right now, he should be back late at night, I should go down now, while it's only early in the afternoon.

But before that I should grab a lamp.

After doing so, Lark climbed down the ladder, the lamp in his mouth, as he ventured the place where all the legend of his father, and the start of his own, began to unfold.