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It was a rainy day.
Pitt gazed out the window while peeling the potatoes.
The surreality of spectating the tiny little drops without feeling them kept his mind
busy for a few minutes. When doing monotone work like this, he was
grateful for a few minutes of distraction. He would have given
everything for one of McLanely's essays about the „Anatomy of
flight“. His father's library was filled with dozens of books
about the art of building an airship. Pitt missed the hours he had
spent within this treasury of knowledge. More than once he had fallen
asleep upon a pile of books and scrolls from the old days. And more
than once his father had pulled him out of said pile only to drag
Pitt to some important business meeting where all the big mighty
Magnates had come together to discuss, chaffer and sign extensive
contracts. No, Pitt would never return to this man and his
deadhearted ideals.
Abboth entered the room, struggling with a huge pot of potatoes. The pot hit the floor
with a dull sound. Abboth made a sorry face.
„It's alright. Mother won't let me go early anyway.“ Pitt said with a sour
voice but smirked at Abbott. The puny boy showed Pitt a shy smile.
Pitt wondered what was going on in his head. He never spoke a word.
The girls had told him, that Abboth had been stuck underneath a crate
once and that no one could find him for hours, because even though
the heavy load had broken his ribs he did not make a single sound.
„Hey, dumb boy! Yelen needs you down in the laundry!“
Marko had appeared in the doorway showing his ever winning smile.
Abboth quickly left the room to not annoy the athletic and far older boy.
„The guests are sure greedy today.“ Marko wheezed.
„I always enjoy it when our visitors let loose their restraints to have some
fun but this really is a special bunch.“
„What's wrong with them?“ Pitt knew this game all too well. Marko would not
leave until he had gotten himself the possibility to brag about how
men and women loved him alike.
„Well,“ he started „I may be gifted with good looks out of the ordinary but that is no
reason to pour Mother's expensive wine all over my shirt to get a
better look at my body.“ He said it as if he was quoting a
middle aged lady. In fact, he had different voices for any kind of
admirer. He was a master of exhibitionism and Pitt could not help but
to be jealous of the self-confidence this guy constantly emitted.
„You sure are handsome.“ He answered, his mind lost in between the
raindrops and his work.
„So that's how you think of me?“
Suddenly Pitt could feel Markos breath in his neck and his voice had
settled to a low, sonorous level. He knew Marko did not care for the
gender of his lovers. He, on the other hand, was still a virgin and
definitely not homosexual.
„I knew it! It had to happen one day! So you finally made him change the sides, brother?“ Marv
had come in without Pitt noticing it. Marko burst into laughter.
„No, I am quite sure he is nothing like me nor is he like
Abboth! He is just an awkward fifteen-year-old boy, just like
Martin.“ Marv gave his older Brother a look that was located
somewhere between annoyance and a bloodthirst Pitt had never seen in
any person before.
„What about tonight?“ Marv asked.
Pitt could feel the tension, suddenly filling up every corner of the room.
„We will accomplish our mission according to plan!“ Marko
replied, his voice no more tempting but filled with determination.
„If we don't get this done, we can just commit suicide before the
master does it.“ Pitt didn't know who the master was but so
didn't the brothers. The mysterious Lord of crime in Promethia was a
major annoyance to the Magnates and the Old Council alike.
„As if he would slice us up himself. He would send his Scythes to finish us.
What about him?“ Marv nodded in Pitts direction. Was this the day they would finally accept him in their group?
This was Pitts only chance to meet someone, who could get him aboard of an airship and
fly him to one of the colonies. The ultimate escape from his father
and this brutal system, they all got born in.
„We could use an extra hand.“ Marko said. Marv's mouth opened in opposition.
„I know you don't like him but we need a fourth man so two of us can go
down to the docks. I am te eldest and I say how we do it! No more
discussion!“ Of course Marv started an argument but Pitt was
lost in a daydream about islands and new worlds far away. Finally, he
could start to dream of a better future again. Meanwhile Marv had
kicked Marko in the face and the two brothers fought in this artistic
way, Pitt had never seen before. Just as they wanted to exchange
another load of blows, each of them got hit by a potato. Martin
stood next to Pitt. How could they all move so silent?
„Hey, idiot brothers! There's still work to do. Marko, this strange lady
with silver hair asked for you and I don't think she is one of the
patient guests. She just slapped me in the face for walking too
slow.“ There really was a giant red hand painted on Martin's
face, that slowly turned violet. The strange lady must have slapped
him his iron gloves.
„Marv let's help Pitt out for a while.“
Apparently, the bruise did not trouble Martin at all. So the three of
them sat down and peeled some more potatoes. But Pitt could not
focus anymore. Tonight his adventure, the adventure of Pitorius
Karlyle would begin!

Description

It was a rainy day.
Pitt gazed out the window while peeling the potatoes.
The surreality of spectating the tiny little drops without feeling them kept his mind
busy for a few minutes. When doing monotone work like this, he was
grateful for a few minutes of distraction. He would have given
everything for one of McLanely's essays about the „Anatomy of
flight“. His father's library was filled with dozens of books
about the art of building an airship. Pitt missed the hours he had
spent within this treasury of knowledge. More than once he had fallen
asleep upon a pile of books and scrolls from the old days. And more
than once his father had pulled him out of said pile only to drag
Pitt to some important business meeting where all the big mighty
Magnates had come together to discuss, chaffer and sign extensive
contracts. No, Pitt would never return to this man and his
deadhearted ideals.
Abboth entered the room, struggling with a huge pot of potatoes. The pot hit the floor
with a dull sound. Abboth made a sorry face.
„It's alright. Mother won't let me go early anyway.“ Pitt said with a sour
voice but smirked at Abbott. The puny boy showed Pitt a shy smile.
Pitt wondered what was going on in his head. He never spoke a word.
The girls had told him, that Abboth had been stuck underneath a crate
once and that no one could find him for hours, because even though
the heavy load had broken his ribs he did not make a single sound.
„Hey, dumb boy! Yelen needs you down in the laundry!“
Marko had appeared in the doorway showing his ever winning smile.
Abboth quickly left the room to not annoy the athletic and far older boy.
„The guests are sure greedy today.“ Marko wheezed.
„I always enjoy it when our visitors let loose their restraints to have some
fun but this really is a special bunch.“
„What's wrong with them?“ Pitt knew this game all too well. Marko would not
leave until he had gotten himself the possibility to brag about how
men and women loved him alike.
„Well,“ he started „I may be gifted with good looks out of the ordinary but that is no
reason to pour Mother's expensive wine all over my shirt to get a
better look at my body.“ He said it as if he was quoting a
middle aged lady. In fact, he had different voices for any kind of
admirer. He was a master of exhibitionism and Pitt could not help but
to be jealous of the self-confidence this guy constantly emitted.
„You sure are handsome.“ He answered, his mind lost in between the
raindrops and his work.
„So that's how you think of me?“
Suddenly Pitt could feel Markos breath in his neck and his voice had
settled to a low, sonorous level. He knew Marko did not care for the
gender of his lovers. He, on the other hand, was still a virgin and
definitely not homosexual.
„I knew it! It had to happen one day! So you finally made him change the sides, brother?“ Marv
had come in without Pitt noticing it. Marko burst into laughter.
„No, I am quite sure he is nothing like me nor is he like
Abboth! He is just an awkward fifteen-year-old boy, just like
Martin.“ Marv gave his older Brother a look that was located
somewhere between annoyance and a bloodthirst Pitt had never seen in
any person before.
„What about tonight?“ Marv asked.
Pitt could feel the tension, suddenly filling up every corner of the room.
„We will accomplish our mission according to plan!“ Marko
replied, his voice no more tempting but filled with determination.
„If we don't get this done, we can just commit suicide before the
master does it.“ Pitt didn't know who the master was but so
didn't the brothers. The mysterious Lord of crime in Promethia was a
major annoyance to the Magnates and the Old Council alike.
„As if he would slice us up himself. He would send his Scythes to finish us.
What about him?“ Marv nodded in Pitts direction. Was this the day they would finally accept him in their group?
This was Pitts only chance to meet someone, who could get him aboard of an airship and
fly him to one of the colonies. The ultimate escape from his father
and this brutal system, they all got born in.
„We could use an extra hand.“ Marko said. Marv's mouth opened in opposition.
„I know you don't like him but we need a fourth man so two of us can go
down to the docks. I am te eldest and I say how we do it! No more
discussion!“ Of course Marv started an argument but Pitt was
lost in a daydream about islands and new worlds far away. Finally, he
could start to dream of a better future again. Meanwhile Marv had
kicked Marko in the face and the two brothers fought in this artistic
way, Pitt had never seen before. Just as they wanted to exchange
another load of blows, each of them got hit by a potato. Martin
stood next to Pitt. How could they all move so silent?
„Hey, idiot brothers! There's still work to do. Marko, this strange lady
with silver hair asked for you and I don't think she is one of the
patient guests. She just slapped me in the face for walking too
slow.“ There really was a giant red hand painted on Martin's
face, that slowly turned violet. The strange lady must have slapped
him his iron gloves.
„Marv let's help Pitt out for a while.“
Apparently, the bruise did not trouble Martin at all. So the three of
them sat down and peeled some more potatoes. But Pitt could not
focus anymore. Tonight his adventure, the adventure of Pitorius
Karlyle would begin!