Melody (Frerard)

There was a harsh knock below, waking me up from sleep. The sky was dark. The only light shining through my broken window was that of the moon. I feared that it was the jailers again. Though, this would be a first for them to arrest in the midst of the night.
There was no place for me to hide, since the only thing I owned was a guitar. But it was my father's before me. Everything else, I sold for food. Other peasants like me, had so much more than I. They had hay beds, wood for a fire, and wool for extra warmth. Even a family to keep themselves sane when all seemed lost. Jamia would be ashamed at what I've become, if she saw me now.
There was a sudden sound of breaking glass on the floor below me. Only leaving me to realize that my last good window was broken. "Parcel for the one named Phantom." A familiar voice shouts just after the window had been broken.
I rush down the creaky stairs, curious about the parcel that had been sent to me. Because it could've only been sent by one man.
No one was able to be seen by the time I get to the newly broken window. The only thing I saw was a large basket covered by a large cloth. I lift the cloth from the basket, revealing a large amount of food, blankets and and weird cloths and fabrics and a piece of what seemed like drawing paper.
I stood there for what seemed like the longest time of my life. Staring at the basket and all of the items inside of it. I briefly wondered if this was a dream, but not wanting to wake fearing it will all go away.
After realizing all of what just happened was definitely real, I found myself smiling wider than I had in my entire life. I wanted to thank that man, for all of his kindness. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I didn't know him or his name.
I took the basket and the cloth that covered it upstairs. Then setting it down next to the spot I usually sat in, all the time. I took out all the cloths that looked like blankets and extended them on the ground. After doing so, I found a small pillow at the bottom of where the blankets once were. There was no wood in the basket but the blankets were well enough for me to be highly grateful for their warmth.
I tuck myself under the three layers of blankets, a fourth being under me, and grab a roll of bread as well as the note from inside of the basket. I took a large bite out of the roll, groaning in pleasure of how it felt to finally have food in my mouth again.
There was plenty more in the basket, but I had to make it all last, seeing as my food source wasn't reliable. There were meats in there too but the fact that it always made me sick when ever I ate it, made me stay away from such food. I'd most likely trade it with some other peasant for another bread roll or with a french man for one of their pastries.
As I finished my last bite of the bread roll, I open up the piece of paper. Facing it towards the moonlight shining through the broken windows.
"Dear Phantom,
I wish I could give soo much more. But there aren't enough men for me to send, who know your direction. Nonetheless, I hope this is payment enough for all the inspiration you've gifted me. It would pain me to know that I live and remain in luxury, while you wither away in the cold darkness. I could only dream of meeting you. But until then, I shall remain patient. Before I end this, you should know I left a few pieces of clothing for you. Nothing too extravagant, but it should help your status. For now. I bid you a safe goodnight. - G.W"
I was speechless as I stared at the letter. Knowing this man cared enough about some hideous peasant he didn't know. It said alot about him. This man is incredibly kind. Too kind for someone who obviously had wealth. Not very men like him exist.
Later that night I slept happily for the first time in many, many years. The new warmth surrounded and protected me from the harsh cold night. For the first time in a while, I had hope.

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