User blog:Skitti/Beggininng of my Story..... I guess

The sun was shining down on a small town. A small town with beautiful scenic greenery and buildings. The people that resided here were kind and hospitable people that went about normal life. Their lives consisted of chores, relaxation, and peace. Rarely there was a problem. But there was a specific house that was sort of on the outskirts of this village. This cottage was made of white stone and light woods. Inside were only a few rooms. A young man was seen inside at a wooden table, holding a mug of steaming coffee. This young man was a bit dark-skinned, but light in a way. He was a tad smaller than the average man, and he was thin yet had subtle muscle. He had short black hair, with eyes as dark as the dimming stars. He’s intimidating at first glance, so he kept to himself. But he wasn’t alone in the small kitchen. Another young man was at the stove cooking porridge. But this young man wasn’t an ordinary lad. He had the figure of a young woman and the face of a true beauty. His looks were enough to melt any man’s heart, and he knew this. He was light-skinned, with eyes as dark and soothing as chocolate. His hair was a soothing chestnut color. These two boys were brothers. “Wezton, the porridge is almost ready. Get your bowl ready,” smiled the cutie. “Finally! I’ve been starving over here! You couldn’t have gone a bit faster, Skitti?” announced Wezton. “A thank you would’ve been nice, you know?” Skitti sighed. Skitti dipped the ladle into the metal pot and took some porridge and dumped it into Wezton’s wooden bowl. Wezton started eating while Skitti got himself some. “Wez?” Skitti said with eyes staring into space. Wezton looked up from his bowl and nodded. “Huh? Whaddya want?” “Don’t you ever get tired? Tired of doing the same thing over and over again? We eat porridge every morning, beans and bread for lunch, and then bacon, bread, beans, and corn for supper. We do our chores in between all of that, and we go to bed at the same time every day. Weekends we have free time, but even then there’s nothing to do around here!” Wezton looked at him in disbelief. He didn’t know why his kin was so upset at their way of life. It’s all they’ve known since they were born. And Skitti has never mentioned anything about being bored of their style of life up until now. “Skitti, was has gotten into you? This is our life. We can’t do anything about that.” Skitti looked down at his breakfast and stirred it around as if he was looking for something. “Never mind”, Skitti replied, “forget I said anything.”