Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 59th day of Spring, Broken Springs
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The sun's ray shone irritably against Nullus' eyes. He begrudgingly stood up and covered the small crack on the wall with a few straws where the sliver of light made its way. After doing that, he lied down once again and tried to sleep once again.
However, just before his mind could fully wander away from consciousness, the loud and reprehensible sound of the rooster blasted the air. Nullus sat up, scratched his unkempt beard and whispered obscenities under his breath.
Not long after the rooster's annoying crow, there was a knock on his make-shift door.
"Big brother, Nullus!" A shrill voice called out his name. "Big brother, Nullus, time to wake up! There are still a few more crops to harvest!" His voice said excitingly.
"Ugh! Comeback later, Squeakers!" Nullus spat. "I still need to sleep—"