I woke up, and found the day was just like any other, well, so far it was. I went through my morning routine, washing my face, trying to strangle knots out of my ragged hair with a comb, then getting dressed for the day, in my usual attire, although today I had two special things with me.
I had a custom made greatcoat, made for this winter, though it was only august, I wore it today anyway, but for two specific reasons. I tucked most of my white hair underneath the coat, as I'd be much less inconspicuous that way. And across my back, was draped the family heirloom sword. It was small by an adults standards, but was perfect for me to wield, and my father had even given my lessons in using it. I rose the strap that kept it on my back, until it looked like nothing more than a wrinkle along my coat, and a fold in the collar where I could grab and unsheathe it easily.
I went downstairs for breakfast, said good morning to my mom, and continued my morning as usual, until I decided to go out for a "walk". I needed to get out of here before she thought it was strange that my leather coat which hadn't been worn yet had a large wrinkle up the back, so after I finished wolfing down some cereal, I quickly walked out into the chilly august air...