Literature
Hero in White - Pt III
Morning. The sun finally shined through, gracing the humble little inn room with a tint of gold and as a call for a new day. The covers of one particular bed were a mess on the floor, crumpled and thrown. Only a fifth of them now really still covered the young man, who lied curled up with eyes open and lifeless. With reluctance, he glanced over his shoulder at the window, and his eyes squinted at the light pouring in. With a groan, he buried his head under his arms, trying to hide from it. For a few more minutes he stayed that way, thoughts clouding into his mind and hoping nobody would notice his laziness quite so soon.
"Sir Samu, I've made