The Chronicles of Malus (The Man)
Disclamer: Whoo, it's finally done! After many years, the three story saga is finally complete! Okay, so I'm not J.K Rowling, I can't throw out 7 books in 10 years... When I started this last story, I decided to link it to the second story somehow since they're very related. So... Chronicles of Malus (The Boy) and now Chronicles of Malus (The Man). Yay! I own all of these characters, mwhahaha, except for Malus and Count Dracula (of course), Cornell, Ortega, Carrie, Reinhardt, Henry, and Rosa. Thanks Konami. It's been fun. Now I'll go create my own stuff...
If you like, please comment and review. Constructive criticism is greatly accepted too.
---Riddle272
Chapter 1
On a late summer's day, a merchant set up his shop on a busy street side of Romania. Despite the city's constant flow of people coming by, the merchant hadn't had a single costumer yet all afternoon. As much as he stood and waved his arms and his merchandise around, the poor old shop keeper's stuff didn't sell. He couldn't catch anyone's interest long enough to invite them into purchasing something from him.
If I don't sell any items soon, I'll barely have enough to eat a meal with... He scolded himself.
"You there! Sir with the red hat! Care to take a look at one of these lovely matching cloaks? Only fifteen gold pieces!"
As the man shook his head, the merchant sighed, then mumbled under his breath. What an unsuccessful day it was... He sat down in his straw chair, occupying himself by shuffling pocket watches.
"Excuse me, sir...?"
The salesman looked up and saw a young man seated on a horse in front of him. The man seemed well dressed enough to be someone, and his speckled-white steed was a decent-looking one. The merchant looked straight up at him.
"Yes, what can I do for you? Pretty watches? Leather satchels? How about a new cloak perhaps...?"
"Thank you, but I think you have something else that I'm interested in..." The young man riding the horse looked very hopeful. "Would you happen to have a pure sapphire pendant made into the shape of a crescent moon...?" He made a curve shape with his left hand, then showed it to the merchant. "I'd pay you very considerably for it."
The merchant was taken aback by the request. Only the people he was familiar with knew about that jewel...
With the hope of a simple sale gone down the drain, he adopted a stonier, more serious tone. "How considerably?"
The young man looked inside his bag. "Oh, let's see... How does three-hundred gold pieces sound to you...?"
For a moment the vendor's eyes seemed to grow bigger.
"Well..." He said, gaining his momentum again. "I've had that jewel for years now. It's not for sale."
"Four hundred."
"...Sold."
Satisfied with himself, the merchant collected his sacks of gold and brought forth the precious pendant for exchange. The young man picked up the jewel with care, smiling as he examined it. He found it, finally, after searching the entire Provence for years...
