Chapter One
A cold wind blew, cloaking Naboo in goosebumps "The heaters at Shamansbury's are probably broken." Naboo thought, as he picked up some jaguar tears from a leafy shelf. He'd come to stock up on supplies. Bollo was keeping an eye on the shop, and Saboo had lent him the money for his supplies, seeing as he'd used up the rest of his last batch reversing a spell Saboo accidentally put on Tony Harrison, gluing his tongue to the roof of his mouth.
"It's cold today, isn't it?" Naboo remarked to the cashier as she scanned his purchases.
"Really? I'm feeling quite warm," She replied, typing in some numbers. "Twenty Euros fifty cents please."
"I'm sure I just felt a breeze though." Naboo said, perplexed, passing her the money.
"That'll be your shaman intuition, mate." The shaman behind him said. "When something bad's happening to my friends, I get freezing."
"Oh, no. What's Vince done now? I'd better get back," Naboo said, picking up his sack of supplies.
"Alright, Naboo?" Came a strong Welsh accent from behind him.
"Hey, Barry. Are you OK?" Naboo asked, seeing his friend looked a bit out of it.
"Yeah, it's my birthday, didn't you remember?" Barry answered, swigging a bottle of vodka.
"Oh, crap." Naboo thought. He'd forgotten all about Barry's birthday. "Here you go. It's some spare supplies. Sorry I didn't have time to wrap it." He told him, passing him the supplies he just bought.
"Ah, cheers. I was just running out as well." Was the reply.
"Listen, Barry, I gotta get home. Y'know, in case another urban fox robs my shop." Naboo told him, edging towards the Carpet-Park.
"Oh, come on Naboo, have some fun." Barry cheered, grabbing Naboo's arm. "I've got the crew back there, we're going to the oxygen bar that just opened in Cardiff."
"I hope Vince and the others are ok." Naboo thought as Barry dragged him to the crowd of drunken shamen.