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NEW Part 42

The village was called Mudford - and it really lived up to its name. Although the muddy streets had been replaced with bare concrete a while ago, it still looked dirty somehow. The streets were uneven and had some dangerous looking holes in them caused by giant tree roots taking over. 

Talk about trees - The entire village was being overshadowed by huge trees, which always made it appear dark and gloomy all the time. 

The people though had changed greatly. While they still behaved like most normal villagers with a weekly market and a few festivities, they were wearing more modern clothes. Women had started wearing trousers and shirts. Jeans, hoodies, t-shirts and sweaters were an all-time-fashion nowadays - no matter the gender. 

The houses though were still a wooden dark brown and held the old times charm ‘til this day. 

Grimm and I came to a halt as we made it to the first house. It was time to accomplish our mission.

With a nod, we departed from each other and went different paths. 

My job was to get a jar, so I should probably look for a house with a lot of children. Who else would keep so many cookies or sweets at home? (Definitely not me) It didn’t occur to me that jars could also have another purpose other than storing snacks.

And as I craned my neck in all the most unhealthy ways to get a good look through the windows and into the gardens of houses, I was finally in luck. The second house seemed to harbor a few children as there were loads of toys messily sprawled out on the living room floor. 

Bingo. 

Good thing it’s nighttime - otherwise there would be a good chance that the kitchen was occupied by someone.

I swung myself stealthily over the waist high wooden fence. Those children must be really wild if they put up such a high fence to keep them from creating a ruckus outside on the streets. 

Casually walking through their bare front garden, I peeked through the windows in hopes of locating the kitchen. 

And sure enough, there it was. In all of its glory. For humans, their field of vision would only register total darkness in that room, but obviously my racial cheats allowed me to see everything clear as day. 

Squinting my eyes I spotted something that looked a lot like a glass jar on the top of the kitchen shelf. 

Perfect. 

Getting to work on the window, I cringed, thinking that it would surely be annoying to fix this again. But I’ll leave them more than enough money anyways. With that, I slowly but surely pushed the window out of its hinges. Life was really much easier if you weren’t human. It only creaked a bit, but that was it. It gave out quickly as I caught it before it could fall down to the floor and alarm the parents.

With a mischievous grin on my face, I climbed through the small window, which was a big challenge for me, as I was quite tall. But of course I mastered it quickly. 

Soundlessly gliding along the floor, I made my way over to the shelf. Gosh, they really made sure that no one could reach the jar. Not just the children, but also the adults.

Chuckling to myself, I stretched my hand out and grabbed it effortlessly. 

Now I just have to leave some money on the table and I’m good. Just as I got a good amount of coins out of the pockets of my pants, a tile creaked under my feet. And that was when the deep, murderous barking of something hellhound-like started resonating through the hallway.

Frick. Good thing the door is closed. After calmly placing the coins on the table I made sure to get back out of there safely.

As I was walking through their front garden again, I could hear the annoyed shout of a woman.

“Shut the hell up, Biscuits!”

Oh, what a fitting name. That dog - no - that demon really sounded like a Biscuits.

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Sorry for not updating this book during the summer, but a certain someone - out of the real world - has found this book and I needed to hide away in a hole for some time. Now I’m just glad that I didn’t include any romance in this work of crap otherwise I doubt I would’ve ever dared to open wattpad again. But the guy claims to have not read a single chapter of this (he really said that he didn’t do it because I didn’t want him to find this book - what a gentleman), but I’m not believing any of that. So if you’re reading this, I’m just silently going to flip my middle finger at you. Anyways - thank you for listening to this small rant. Pray with me that he doesn’t think I’m a total nuthead.

New Updating schedule: !Probably! Every Thursday and every second Friday

(No promises though - 12th grade here really keeps me on a tight schedule)