Amelia walked down one of the crowded walkways of Water 7. She was on her way to the weapon shop. Although she was a mage, it was always good to have an extra dagger or something just in case.

As she walked into the small shop, the shopkeeper greeted her with a hearty, "Welcome!" and she smiled and nodded in return. She didn't talk much, but was a very kind and compassionate person nonetheless. The first place she looked in was the left side of the shop. She had been there many times before and knew that the smaller blades were on the left side, so while in a hurry she could just walk right in and to the left. She stopped in front of a covered glass shelf containing the highest quality daggers. There were three. One was curved and nicely built, though there was nothing special about it. 500 beli. The next one seemed worn, but Amelia could tell there was something different about it. 1,000 beli. The last was the strangest. The blade was in a zig-zag shape and a strange symbol was etched onto the grip. It looked like a moon and sun blended together, and then warped. Perhaps it was cursed. 3,500 beli. Definitely. But Amelia didn't have the money. In her pocket was 2,000 beli, and she was forbidden by her grandmother to spend more than 750 beli. Her only living relatives were her older sister, who had gone out to sea to become a pirate 9 years ago, and her grandmother, who was approaching death of old age, but had taught her everything she knew about magic.

Noting the interesting-looking knives too expensive, she turned to see a mini barrel full of twin blades, each couple tucked safely in a double sheath and tied. Perhaps twin blades would be a good choice. They were strangely less expensive, although there were two in each package. Amelia carefully picked out one that had a nice burgundy sheath and bronze grips. She untied it halfway so she could pull one out, and saw that the blade was rusty. She put it back. Next she looked at one with a plain leather sheath and silver grips with worn ribbon around them. These were curved, and she was not interested in them. Her last choice was one with a blue sheath and also silver grips, but the ribbon around these looked new. Upon inspecting one of them, she found it of high quality, and looked at the price. 750 beli. Just enough. So Amelia retied the twin blades and brought them to the counter.

"I'll have these." she said, and placed 3 shiny 250 beli gold coins on the counter.

"Thank ya' kindly, ma'am! Come back soon!" the grey-haired, skinny shopkeeper responded, taking the coins gratefully. As Amelia turned around to leave, she nearly bumped into a green-haired swordsman who had been looking at full-length swords behind her. He glared at her, but got back to looking, and pulled out a rusty sword. He sighed.

"Do you have any swords that aren't rusty?" he inquired angrily to the shopkeeper.

"Sorry, sir. We specialize in short blades." the shopkeeper said. As Amelia started to leave, the swordsman grabbed her shoulder.

"You're a mage, right? Can you do anything to fix this?" he said, pulling out his own sword from one of three sheaths. Amelia found this peculiar, and also the fact that he had pulled out a blade that seemed to have almost completely just rusted off. Only 1/4 of the sword remained, and the edges were covered with rust.

"Sorry. I'm not that experienced yet." she said, and turned to leave again, but then stopped and said, "Do you mind me asking how that happened to your sword?"

He looked at her uncomfortably. "Please don't tell me you're a government spy."

"I'm not." she said. Then after thinking for a moment, added, "Do you happen to be a pirate?"

"Yes. Haven't you seen my bounty? The posters are everywhere. The government wants us like crazy."

"I'm not that into wanted posters. I never pay attention to them." Amelia said.

"Oh." he said plainly, then started complaining to the shopkeeper about having no good swords.

Amelia was stopped yet again from leaving when a happy-go-lucky black-haired boy that looked about her age almost ran right into her while screaming, "ZORO!!" She quickly put her hand out, reflecting the boy off of an almost invisible air wall, and sending him flying into a yagara.

"Luffy!" the swordsman said, annoyed. He sighed as if he went through this all the time, and walked outside.

"WOW!! HOW'D YOU DO THAT?!" the black-haired boy yelled as he jumped back onto the walkway.

"LUFFY! SAY SORRY YOU IDIOT!!" the swordsman yelled and bonked him on the head while pointing at the frightened people on the yagara the boy had just previously bumped into.

"Oh. Sorry." he said, an anime bump appearing on his head, and then turned back to Amelia and said, "HOW'D YOU DO THAT?"

"I'm a mage." she said simply, although she hadn't been through this much excitement since 9 years ago. She did not have a very interesting life.

"JOIN MY CREW!!" the boy yelled, stars in his eyes.

"LUFFY!!" the swordsman yelled again. There were now two anime bumps on the boy's head.

"Umm...no thank you..." she said, and quickly started walking away, her long blue cloak flailing behind her. But to no avail. The black-haired boy ran up behind you and seemed to wrap his arm around your waist several times and pull you back. 'He ate the Gomu Gomu Fruit!' you thought excitedly, yet showing no emotion. You had always been interested in these Devil's Fruits.

"You're not leaving until you agree to join my crew!" he said.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that."

"Why?"

"Well...I'd like to stay with my grandmother...her time is going to come any day now..." Amelia said quietly, her eyes starting to water. The boy frowned.

"Then we'll wait!"

Amelia sighed. She wasn't going to put up with this boy any longer. "Alright." Amelia said. But as the boy smiled and unwrapped his arm, you put your hand out in front of his face and flicked his forehead, except you were sending out dangerously powerful soundwaves that could not be heard.

"What was that for?" the boy said. But a second later he cried out in pain and fell down, grasping his head.

"What the hell?!" the swordsman yelled. He had been quietly watching the entire thing. "Come back here!" He threw the now unconscious boy over his shoulder and started running after Amelia, who had already sprinted several yards away. She smiled as she made her getaway, but the smile was washed off her face as she felt a powerful pain cut across her lower back and she fell down, holding in her cry of pain. She didn't understand. Nothing had touched her, and the swordsman was still several yards behind her. But she couldn't think any longer as she fell into unconsciousness on the now cleared out walkway because of the commotion.