I woke up on the cold floor for the third time that night. I had rolled off my bed again. I looked around my room, everything was how it normally was. The dresser wasn't moved at all, it was kind of boring. The dresser was the only thing that stood out. The inn that I work at gives you things based on your position. I am second lowest, meaning I have a rug to sleep on, and a dresser for my things. I'm lucky I got this. If it wasn't for my sister being a 'Blessed One', or magic user by your terms, I would be on the bottom of the heap. Those people don't last very long. Working in this world with no magical abilities is hell. You targeted. Not by assassins of course, but, other things. Like those terrible jobs that no one wants. In the Happy Moon Inn, the building in which I work, there are many of these jobs. But the worst of all is holding the law-breakers in the room. Most people highered that doesn't have magical powers gets this. See, the Happy Moon Inn doubles as a casino. On the sides of the doorways to the entrance are magical charms that take away all your worries. Unfortunately, this means that some people suddenly think that they are above the laws. They end up doing unspeakable things. They are always a 'Blessed One' too, considering the only ones allowed to enter besides the staff are Blessed Ones. This makes problems for the people that are assigned to take out the rule breakers. If my sister hadn't used attract on the owner, I would have probably been murderd doing this job. Instead I was assigned to clean the rooms. It may be tedious work, but it's far better than being dead.
Chills started going down my spine. I was starting to get cold from pondering on the stone floor after waking up on it. I moved over to my mat and picked up the dull colored blanket. Looking at it, I realise how far I've gone. Just two days before me and my sister were huddled in an alley attempting, and failing, to keep warm. I didn't have much time to look back at my close past before I got even colder. I layed down on my mat and put my blanket on and whent to sleep.
I woke up as if on cue with my sister knocking on my door to wake up. I owe more than one lifetime to her for things she's done to protect me. It's as if she took the reigns of being my parent, even though I'm just two years younger than her. It actually saddens me, because I havn't been able to do anything for her. But maybe, just maybe, I'll finally get my chance. My Dad's satchel was on my dresser. This isn't any satchel, it's one created to hold a lot of money. It royal purple with a strap made to look like gold. I could sell it and get some money, but I have other uses for it. It's a good place to keep tips, then there is that sentimetal value. When I was four, my dad gave me that bad. I put rocks in it at first. Infact, me and my friends held conests to see how many rocks we could each fit into it. Those were the days. Going on day by day without a care in the world. If I could go back in time, I would go back to being four. At that age, everyone was friends with each other. Regardless of race, gender, or even magical ability. There is only one reason I wouldn't go back to being four. Just a year after my dad gave me the bag, I watched helplessly as my parents were brutaly murdered.