Hello everyone! This is a Medieval style USUK story I felt like writing~ = w = 3 Nothing really special, and if you like it please take a moment to press that little review button at the bottom of the screen! (I wasn't suppose to say anything, but it kinda has a crush on you~3)
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Also…not sure if it's clear, but the chapter starts off from Arthurs POV ; w ;
Bustling with colour, chatter, and the not-so-occasional cry, the market place had to be one of my least favorite places to visit. It was necessary to my work of course, but the clamoring crowds filled with greedy beggars, always leering aside, ready to strike the moment you let your guard down.
Though this is little concern to one of my skill, still I find it to be annoying nonetheless.
Shopkeepers bartered with pompous customers, really the daylight may be the safest time to travel in the market place, but clearly takes a tole on ones mental state.
"What can I do ya' for, love?" Having lost myself in my thoughts, I realized abruptly I was staring at a rather portly woman selling flowers with her young daughter. The two looked impoverished behind the plethora of monochromed flowers that shrouded around them. The younger girls warm smile nearly broke my heart, but I knew far better than this by now.
Rumors of grown women enslaving younger girls into prostitution and thievery rang clear in my head, and I cannot help but feel wary of the two innocent looking individuals around me. In Albion, thieves are known to go to great lengths to get a pence here and there. Though the two look as if they are merely trying to scrape a living, it's clear by the manner in which the younger girl inches closer to my pockets their true intentions.
The life that was ahead for her, what can I do? Take her as my own and teach her of the so-called dark arts? Potential, the right blood, and I felt nothing of magical potential resonating from this girl. Only that sickly sweet smile her mother, I suppose I can assume that much, keeps me from stating the blatantly obvious.
If I were to swipe the young girls clumsy hands from my pockets, she would be scolded to a disgustingly, and possibly depraved, manner by her caretakers. Eyeing the bouquet of flowers closer, I feel my temper rise at how carelessly the woman prepared it. I am no botanist, though I do enjoy tending to my herbs and a few flowers here and there, but to hide so many wilted heaps of flowers under such a careless array of blossoms makes me cringe.
The girl is finished now, but now looks nervously as I dig into my pocket to pay the disgusting woman. Ah, I should have dug into the other pocket, the two may get suspicious. Playing the fool, I digress I have nothing to pay for the lovely flowers. The woman nods quickly, wrenching her daughters arm, and flees before she thinks I will notice.
A shame. Truly and utterly. I do want to help the poor kid, but who am I to take a child from her home. The only family she has, it would only complicate my life further to have a child along. Not only complicate but harm her—
"Oi! You skievving little brat, give me back my pouch!" The crude bellowing caused my heart to skip a beat, as I heard the lewd woman from before cry out.
Dashing through the crowd, the young girl cringes and sobs quietly as a large, unkept, burly man in his late 30s rings her arm.
This is my fault I know, I should have talked to the girl and her mother before they could be caught by anyone else. I have to step in, even if I have to use…severe methods.
I suppose I can pick up my scrolls another time from now.
"That's rightly enough, unhand the child. What kind of man goes after a young girl?" Lower my voice to a tone that has me inwardly praising myself, I step forward and glare needles into the man before me. The bloke just chortles on, shaking the girls slightly. Though physically I am not much to comment on, my eyes do not leave his.
"Hey! HEY!" A young voice calls, a males?
Driving forth through the crowd, a younger boy, maybe a few years younger than myself, charges forth and tackles the man. The young girl gasps, looking frantically for her mother, who promptly drags her from the scene with great gusto.
"Get—off!" Swinging a hairy fist into the younger man's face, I can't help but cringe at the cracking upon impact.
"How—can—you—attack—a—little—kid-!" Muffled and panting, the boy knees the other in the stomach, eyes livid with fury. I'll admit it, stupidity and belligerence has its moments. But this is my doing, and as tedious as it will be, I must intervene.
"Enough, both of you. Leave the tumbling to your wives, and on your feet! Such brutish behavior—" My words seem to confuse the two, and the burly brute shoves the other off himself and faces me.
"Is that so then? Why don't you quite it with the pretty words and raise a fist?" Spitting blood at my feet, I begin to raise my arm, the perfect incantation blooming in my mind.
"HEY! BIG TALL AND UGLY, I'M YOUR OPPONENT HERE!" The younger boy, yells without swinging a fist.
Huh. I suppose there are still some who don't believe in dirty fighting, as the young boy does not charge at the man while his back is turned. Though this of course is to his own folly, war is not fought by gentlemen.
"Enough, I can handle this git—"
But of course, the boy did not listen. Swinging around in full force, the older man shoves his fist into the boys stomach, frankly knocking the wind out of him.
That by far is enough. I don't give a damn at this point if the whole village sees that I am a wizard, their fear will allow me to get by quicker anyways.
Raising my hand in the most casual manner, I mutter a simple incantation to allow my aura to envelope the surrounding area. The crowd freezes, all eyes fearfully soaking in the scene.
No one had witnessed the coming of a wizard in quite some time, we have something of a bad reputation. To dumb it down to its principle structure, strictly speaking.
The man's expression brings a nasty smile to my lips. It would be nice to mess with him a while, but it would be quite tedious and keep me up at night. As disgusting as he acts, I'm sure he has a reason for why he acts the way he does.
In this case, he is but a thin shell of the man he once was a moment ago. His eyes brim with tears, really am I that bad?
Needing only to take a step closer towards him, he shrinks back behind the unconscious boy. Oh, he really does look like a wreck. It wouldn't hurt to take him back to my place to fix him up…
Well, I can't just leave him here, can I? Last time, any time, I ignore my instincts they come back and konk me on the back of the head.
Muttering slightly, I lift the boy up (the muttering is to improve my strength. The boy is rather heavy…really, really heavy.) Not letting the strain show in my face, I coolly sweep out of the village with the boy levitating in my arms.
Alright, he was too heavy to lift, sue me.
Sitting down for a moment is really all I needed at the moment. The sun has finally come out, so I can search for some unicorn tail to brew a healing agent. Honestly, why I'm bothering with this kind of perilous ordeal escapes me, but I refuse to live in debt to another. Debt, though he did seem quite sincere in his actions, I guess a thanks is in order.
Not really, no. That kind of fool deserves what he reaps. Rushing in like an idiot, but I should at least get him healed up before he heads off home. His wife, mother, whatever he may have would be distraught beyond belief if he returned with a cracked jaw and several ugly lacerations.
He is strange, and the unknown is always attractive I assume. Though it depresses me slightly that he will evidently turn up like the many other tedious humans I have met over the years.
No, don't be so pessimistic Arthur! Enjoy him while you can, while he is still the gallant young man attempting to rescue a poor young girl. Silly little stories I read and believed as a child. Not that I'll grow attached or anything, just enjoy the fantasy for a bit. Fix him up, and send him on his way.
He'll most likely be too scared to face me once he knows what I am.
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