The kicking off the madness

"Two more flagons just.. two more, Dammit!" I say through gritted teeth, my icy hands clutch on to a rag, desperately rubbing the flagon in my hand.

Leaning my face closer, I sniff and wrinkle my nose as quickly as the reek of mead touches my nostrils. Seriously.. I've been washing it for hours. Just why this damn stink never cease?

My arm wipes the sweat off my forehead. I glance outside the window, seeing two moons shine brightly in the pitch black sky, as if mocking me of the times I got stuck in this filthy kitchen.

Throwing the flagon back into the wash tub, I rinse it with the icy-cold water, pat it dry with my ragged apron, and reach out, dropping the 'I would just say that it's cleaned' flagon in the wooden crate.

A sigh of relief escapes my lips after I'm done washing a hell ass pile of mugs and flagons. Quickly, I get up to my feet and a sudden groan staggering in my throat as the sharp aches surge from my shoulders to my lower back.

Nothing to be surprised. It all made sense with the madness hours I wasted, crouching on this wash tub and washing the entire filth of this inn.

I bend my back, pounding it with my knuckles to subside the pain, and at the same time, I rub my hands dry. Barely dry, as both my apron and my petticoat are all drenched with used water. not much of a dry patch for me to rub on.

With a grunt, I lift the heavy wash tub up, swaying with the sudden vertigo, but I couldn't care less. I hurry to the door pushing it open with my shoulder.

Coming out of the room, the night's coldness punched me in the face, sending a shiver running down my flesh as I throw the used water away and lean the emptied wash tub against the wall.

The time must have passed midnight by how dead quiet it is, and the moons don't actually serve as a timer or guidance either, as there are two of them hovering in the sky.

The first moon is larger, the color is a shade lighter than magenta, with a horde of asteroids encircling it like the ring of Saturn, contrasting with the second moon, which is half blue and white, blending together like fragments of aquamarine.

They are both beautiful, yet frightening as hell. Their sizes are rudely ten times bigger than the moon I saw in my world. Despite that, I doubt if they have any effect on the natural environment.

And once again, this is another night that I am still here, struggling in this bitchy world.

Nearly two months, if not counting the days I fainted from working until I almost spitting out my guts, I was sent into this odd magical world where people don't give a fuck what is electricity—no electricity, no internet, no cuties cat videos, no late night series, and sadly no cavill henry reels. It's totally sucks.

The locals here aren't that friendly either, since it's a filthy dark age, and most of them just want to shove their asses far away from death by feeding their stomachs with whatever they are lucky to catch in the wild—if they are skilled enough to handle a bow, of course.

That made farming goes to the top ranking of job with zero to no risk of dying by wild animals, but only if they got heavy pockets to buy a piece of land and cutting enough wood to heat the fire inside their small shacks of houses.

After all, the climates in this world are crazy bitches with mood-swings, making a warm house be a serious essential.

There's nothing like a length of season here, when random blizzards can blow in one morning, or chicken-size ice cubes falling from the sky, but tomorrow it can turn into a scorching hot summer. Freaking crazy, right? it's more volatile than a PMS.

Screw the weather, it was a pain in the ass when I first landed here. I'm a lady from earth, a freshy babe, graduated college and just got my first promising job. My life was about to spark, but everything crashed on that day when I fainted from a severe fever, and Poof! I was sent here, into this odd world.

Adding more mess into it, whoever sent me here must have thought it would be nice to just drop me in the midst of the forest and let me wander my ass out.

For fork sake, it took me days to drag my pretty legs out of that place. I ran, slept on the cold grass, ate flowers, and what was that again? DIY wood jerkies that I smashed from a wood bark.

Gosh I even ate wood bark! And No, not a single glimpse of fruit was there. so that's how I keep myself from starving, and finally... I burst into tears when I found a small village.

Who would have thought that when I finally escaped hell, the locals would laugh at me when I asked them about this place? These idiots thought I am crazy for asking such a stupid question.

They believe I'm a mad lass who got kicked out by the other village. How dare! But it's not like I can blame them though. Well, I actually looked like a gross, dirty, smelly human, full of tears stains on my face, and just crawled out of the jungle.

Alas, all I can do is study this place on my own and try to stay alive each single day. Despite the bitterness, I got a job here. For some reason, the innkeeper took me in and let me work. To put it simply, I'm just a twenty-four-seven slave lady.

Cleaning this freaking inn is my job. That's right, it's sucks. but I don't have much of a choice in this outcast village, remember? where people believe I'm a mad, crazy woman and all that.

So getting paid and a hole to sleep is a smart move, a step to my Richy rich life! Ain't nothing could go wrong with that. I know I'm just good at it and hell yes, I'm gonna rock this world!

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