Chapter 3 of ‘all I’ve ever known’ is turning out to be a long one, and it’s probably going to take me a while, so here’s a tiny sneak peek at some of what I’ve got so far!
❝ The next morning, Tubbo was up before dawn. With the sun still below the horizon, he made his way blindly out of his room, daring not to light a candle. Making his way downstairs, he was quiet on the stairs for, quite possibly, the first time since he learned to walk. He snuck into the kitchen, breathing a sigh of relief that it was empty. Though it was unlikely Quackity would be up at this time, you could never be sure. Quackity was a notorious workaholic, and Tubbo had been forced to drag him to bed more than once. He immediately set to work, pulling out plates and digging a couple slices of bread out the bag as quietly as possible. Quackity was going to eat three square meals today, even if Tubbo had to force it down his throat.
He ducked down to grab the jam from the back of a cupboard, careful to mind his horns as he stuck his head in to see round the corner. They had been saving the jam for a special occasion, but it probably wouldn’t keep for much longer, and neither of them were going to be around to eat it, anyway. That was the plan for the next couple days, really—finish off the food in the house before they left, or else it would be off by the time they got back. Despite this, Tubbo knew Quackity would try to give him all the food, and he refused to lose two parents within three months of each other. Not that he missed Schlatt. It would just suck. Yeah.
But anyway. The jam. It had been sitting in the back of the cupboard for a few weeks now, both he and Quackity too nervous to entertain even the idea of opening it. One of the few nice foods they had left, it seemed almost sacred.
Tubbo took a deep breath before cracking open the jar. He fished out a knife from the drawer and spread a generous amount of jam on each slice, before plating them and setting them on the table. He then slipped on his coat and crept out the front door with the bucket they kept by the door. El Rapids was a small town, well known for being primarily populated by hybrids and magic users. Their water system was well-kept by a small family descended from the naiads that resided in the nearby river. Though most natural magical beings had died out long ago, magic was still present in the blood of many half-humans, known as hybrids.
As Tubbo ran down the lane, the sun began peeking over the horizon, casting long shadows over the dirt road. With Winter drawing ever closer, the nights were stretching on, and the sun came up later and later each day.
Tubbo made his way to the end of the street, where the old well stood. At its edge, a young woman stood, her faded pink hair tied up with ribbon and her cloak fluttering lightly around her ankles. She held her hands in front of her, steadily guiding a stream of water into the well. As the last drops fell in, she sighed and lowered her hands, drawing her cloak tighter against the morning chill. ❞
I think it’s pretty obvious, but who do you think this ~mysterious figure~ could be? Let me know!
Also, I’m trying to increase my reach with some new tags, so fingers crossed it works!
