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Perspective – 3rd Person

Chapter 1 – Stranger in a Changed Land

Snow fell softly in Arendelle, blanketing the streets and trees in a luscious luminescent moonlit glow.

The people had found new adoration of the beauty winter could bring, as it reminded them of their queen. It had it's dangers, of course, but lately winters had seemed less hostile and more welcoming to the villagers, as there were rarely blizzards or bitingly low temperatures.

Though no one knew for sure, many believed it to be the work of her majesty herself, causing earnest, if anonymous, gratitude from the people of Arendelle.

One man was indifferent to the winter, however. Though, to be fair, he himself was not an Arendellian.

Quietly walking through the streets, he gazed upon the famed kingdom as the night sky gleamed with stars. He considered this town to be one of the most cozy and hospitable ones he had seen.

And he had seen many towns.

Those who passed him on the street (there were not many who did…it was very late) couldn't help but stare a moment at his attire. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, really, but there was a noticeable, well, lack of it. Not to imply the man was immodest, but he bore the clothes of someone walking in spring or fall, not in the middle of winter.

He wore a simple black jacket and red shirt, sleeves rolled up a bit above his elbows. His black trousers (a tad raggedy) were rolled up into his black boots, which again, were relatively ordinary. He wore black gloves on both hands and a belt with several pouches, a simple shortsword hanging from his waist as well.

He had his hood drawn up over his face in a way that veiled it with shadow, save for his mouth and glinting eyes. Had those who passed him by looked closer, they may have been surprised to see they were scarlet red.

The man kept walking, looking for an inn, or a bar, or a stable…or a shed…

He really didn't want to have to sleep in a shed again. The last one had sheep. Smelly sheep.

Luckily, he found a humble-looking inn and bar. He smiled. There was something to be said for humility sometimes. He shook the snow from his clothes and walked inside.

It was mostly empty, thank goodness, save for a few tipsy individuals in the corner. The man walked up to the bar and sat at a stool. The bartender walked over to him, wiping a glass as he did.

"Anything I can get you, mate?", the tap asked.

"That'd be great. Something warm, please.", the man answered.

"Not a problem, hot cider oughta heat those bones'a yours. Though, if I can be frank…" the tap nodded at his clothes, "Maybe some better winter gear would help more."

The man gave a dry laugh, putting some coin on the table. "Probably, yeah. But I'm afraid these clothes are a bit special to me. Well…maybe not exactly special, but…they fit me, y'know?"

The bartender blinked.

"Okay, that sounded weird, I guess. Let me just say there's a reason I only wear this. Better?"

The tap chuckled softly as he went back to the cider. "Good enough, I suppose. Who am I to question a man on why he wears what he wears?" He put the drink down on the table and picked up the coins.

The man picked up the glass and raised it. "Cheers.", he said as he drained the mug.

"Blimey, you really needed that drink huh?"

The man set down the glass and belched. "It's been a long night," he stated.

The tap was about to say something when a loud bang came from the door. Three burly men came in, each yammering at the same time, equally drunk. The biggest one sat next to the man, while the other two leaned in next to him.

The large one belched loudly and said in a slurred voice, "EDDIE! How are you man! Listen, me and my buds here were just walking by and figured that, hey, since you were open, we'd swing by and have a few y'know? Just for kicks!" He laughed loudly while his buddies stupidly joined in.

The tap, or Eddie, crossed his arms and sighed loudly. He looked at the large man and said, "Floyd, I'm gonna have to ask for cash up front this time. You and your boys stiffed me three times in the last two weeks."

"Oh, c'mon, Eddie, man! Do me *hic*, do me a favor, huh? I left my wallet at home, yeah?" (the two others sniggered)

Eddie was not amused. "Then I'll wait for you to get it. No cash comes out, no corks pop out."

Floyd looked at Eddie. He leaned in, slowly and surely.

"See, Eddie, the thing is, I REALLY don't want to go home, cuz as soon as I do, the missus will be on me like stink on a sheep" (the hooded man gave a small shudder) "and will never let me hear the end of it. So, ah, heh, I'm gonna need my drink now."

He stood up. "Unless there's a problem?"

Eddie looked at the large man. He looked at the two others. Then he sighed again, looked down, and got out a bottle.

"There we go! Ha! Knew you'd come through Eddie!" the large man laughed.

"That's a nice name, Eddie."

The large man turned to look at the hooded man sitting next to him. He looked like he had just realized there was someone sitting next to him.

"Not often i hear someone wit your accent have a name like that. Is it short for Edward? Edgar? Eduardo?", the hooded man inquired.

Eddie looked a bit confused at the man's interest. "It's…uh…just Eddie. Mum liked it so much she decided just to go with that."

"Really?" the stranger replied. "Wow, that doesn't happen to often huh? It suits you though."

The large man cleared his throat loudly, producing a sound that sounded like a frog that swallowed a couple marbles. "About that drink, Ed…let's get a move on, huh?"

"I'm going, I'm going." Ed replied, visibly angry.

"Y'know, if you know this guy's name, maybe you should be paying for the drink."

The large man once again turned on the stranger. "How about you worry about yourself, bud, huh? I'm just looking for a drink."

"And Eddie here's just looking for some payment, is all. Can't a man receive a fair pay for fair work?"

"I'll say it again, mind your own business."

"I would, but It's hard to ignore you when you shout like a walrus and smell like garbage."

CLATTER

The large man was on his feet. "I've had a long night", he said.

"Join the club." Replied the stranger, in a more dangerous tone.

"Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? Calling me out like this, what is it you're looking for exactly, huh? A bloody nose?"

The stranger turned around at last and looked the large man straight in the eyes. "I want you to pay the bartender." He said, with a trace of hardness.

Had the large man not been so tipsy, he may have noticed the scarlet eyes blazing. But he could only see one thing…how young the outline of the man's face was, that of some one no more than 25.

"You're just a KID! Pfft! Acting all tough and biiiig, what, you thought you might try to be a real man, huh? Try to play with the big boys? Well, I got news for you, you're better off going home to yer mommy and yer daddy and-"

SLAM

The man, or rather kid, had slammed his palm on the counter. As he lifted it, Eddie saw that more money lay underneath.

"What…uh…what's that for?"

"It's for your door."

Eddie blinked again. "But…the doors fine-"

He didn't finish.

Then again, one tends to lose their train of thought when a 400 pound man is thrown by a 20-something boy across a bar and through a mahogany door.

CRASH

A cold draft entered the room through the opening. The stranger turned on his heels and stared maliciously at the two other gentlemen, whose faces had turned as white as the falling snow. They hustled out of the bar.

Eddie breathed sharply. "How…I mean…wha…" He closed his mouth again as the boy sat down. Looking at him, he was shocked to see that his eyes, glinting through the shadow covering his face, were blazing, like they were on fire.

"I don't think they'll come back for a while."

"Yeah, me neither. But…neither is anyone else with that draft coming in, mate." Eddie replied, somewhat accusingly.

The boy looked at the empty door, then looked at Eddie again. The fire in his eyes went out. Then he put another wad of money on the counter.

"You already paid for the door."

"I know, Eddie. This is for you to stay quiet."

Eddie was about to ask about what, then once again had to stop speaking as he saw fire burst from the boy's gloved hands, seeking the fireplace and lighting a beautiful fire that, even at his distance, Eddie could feel washing over him, driving away the cold.

The boy turned to look at Eddie. He gave a small smile.

Eddie took the money and put it in his pocket.

"I needed a new door anyway."

The boy smiled again and started to walk out.

"Wait!"

The boy turned again.

"Maybe…maybe…I mean if you have powers like that…maybe you should see the Queen?"

The boy laughed ruefully. "Trust me, royalty doesn't take kindly to this sort of thing. "

This time it was Eddie's turn to smile. "Trust me. You're gonna want to speak to this one, lad."

End Chapter One