Part II They call me…
It was pitch black as I made my way through the cave. I do not like this kind of darkness, not at all. I like that night time of darkness, the kind of darkness that you look up and see tiny white dots shinning down on you. It was a kind darkness, that night time. Yet, this darkness…this darkness…it reminded me too much of my old unforgiving life. I could see nothing in front of me, only every going blackness. The only sound that echo around my was my wooden sandals. They were clopping on the rock ground under my feet. The other sound I heard was a thumbing sound. I was low and deep, and it sounds like it was coming from inside my ear. It was my heart that I was hearing. But why? Why was my heart beating so loudly? Was I excited? No, that's not completely it. I was nervous, nervous about what I am going to find when I get out of here. The only thing that kept me going was the salty wind blowing in my face. It was helping me, for I could not see my own hand let alone anything else in this cave. However, it was teasing me as well. Sometimes it blast me with a gust of salty air right to my face. Was it a reminder that I was going the right way? Or was it just playing with me, trying to have fun with itself? I do not know. All I was doing was fallowing this wind. Time seem to escape me as I continue in the cave. I do not know how long I was walking through this cave. I was getting tired now. I yawn into my shoulder, the only thing I knew that was close to me. My eyes water a little bit, for it was a big yawn. Then all of a sudden, something hurt my eyes. I squint my eyes for a strong light was coming to me. Or was I going to the light. The next thing I knew, I had stop and was holding up my arm to shield me from the strong light that was flashing on me. Being in a dark cave for so long, had weaken my eyes greatly. I could not see anything for a moment or two. Then my eyes slowly got used to the light around me. I rubbed my eyes with my hand and looked around. This…this was not the woods! Not at all! This place is new, this place is unfamiliar, this place…is salty! What is this place? Right in front of me, as far as I could see, there was water! Not just the water in a pond, but gallons and gallons of water stretching form miles on end. This water even stretched far enough to touch the blue sky! This clear blue water could even touch the sky! I don't believe it! I couldn't believe what else this water was doing; it was rolling to the edge of the land. Some were bigger than others, but they all crash into the land, splash water and forming white suds everywhere. As quickly as it crash into the land, the water was pulled back in! And it did this over, and over again! I have never seem any of this before! It was so…so…mesmerizing! My eyes were glued as the water roll and crash again. My eyes began to water a bit, for I did not want to miss a moment of this action! The salty wind grew powerful and it began to tickle my nose a lot. I had to look away and rub my nose for it was so strong. So this was what the wind was taking me to. I guess it wanted me to see this beautiful site. A thought came to me; if this was water, then it must be good for me to drink? It must be true, for there was so much water out there for everyone to drink. So I straighten up and took a step forward to the mighty water. No sooner had I took one step, I sank down a little bit. This was a strange feeling, for I never snake down when I walk before. I left up my foot and crouch down to look at the light tan ground. I scratched my head a little bit as I look down. For my foot had left an impression of my sandal in the light tan ground. How could that be? I knew I was strong, that is how I was created. But I was not that strong to make an imprint on the ground. I grab some of the dirt to see if it could be something wrong with the dirt. Yet, it was not any dirt I was used to! For it was too grainy to be dirt, and it felt kind of rough as I touch it with my fingers. I raise the strange dirt close to my eyes to get a better look at it. It was not dirt, not at all, but tiny pieces of rock. So tiny that I had to squint to get a better look at them. I tilt my hand to the side and let the strange dirt fall out of my hand. For something that was so rough to touch, it falls very smoothly. Some of the strange dirt was still on my hand, so I wipe the rest of it off on my leg. As soon as my hand was clean of the strange dirt, I stood back up. I still wanted to try some of this mighty water that was in front of me. So I began to step to the water. It was kind of hard, walking on this strange dirt. For I am use to waking on things that are solid, not grainy. And some of the strange dirt had somehow attached onto my toes! How was that possible? Somehow, I was able to make it too where the mighty water was coming. I notice something strange about this dirt. When the mighty water came and crash on this strange dirt, it change color. From a light tan to a darker one, yet that was not the only thing that was strange. It seems like the water makes this dirt more solid not. For when I walk on that darker tan dirt, it felt a bit more solid now. There are so many thing that I need to learn about, and this dirt was just the start. The water felt a little cold as it splash on my feet. I shivered a little bit as the cold water hit my feet again, washing off some of the dirt that was on my toes. I let the water him my feet a few times so that I could become a bit more comfortable on how it felt. As I let the water hit my feet, began to close my eyes and listen to the water. The water rolling up, then splashing. Rolling up, then splashing. Rolling up, then splashing. It was almost rhythmic, and it made me feel at peace. I like looking at the trees when I walk, and listening to the water roll and crash. There are a lot of things that can make me feel peaceful. I sigh lightly as I open my eyes. It was time to taste this water and see if it was the same as every other water. I bet down and scoop up some of the water before it rejoin the rest of the water. So far, it felt the same as normal water; cool and a bit wet. I took the pool of water in my hand, and pour it all into my mouth.
YUCK! PIFT! ARAW! I never tasted anything this salty before in my life! It was disgusting, and left a taste of salt in my mouth! I spat out the bad tasting water as quickly as I can. Then I began to try and spit out the taste of the bad water in my mouth. I spit on the ground, in the water, everywhere! I just wanted to get that taste out of my mouth as fast as I can. My face twist in disgusting forms as I spat out the taste. Why was this water here! And who in the world would drink this…this…this undrinkable water! I cough a few times and wipe my mouth off. I have gotten most of the bad water taste out of my mouth, but some of it still lingered on my tongue. I stare down at the dark tan ground, with my hand on my knees, catching my breath. Trying to get that bad water taste out of my mouth really can be trying. I was tasting my mouth again, seeing if the salty taste has left my mouth yet, when I notice something moving in front of me. I stop breathing so heavily, and crouch down to get a better look at it. I have seen this kind of creature before, however this creature was a lot smaller than the other one and it was red not purple. It look like a flat red rock with 6 skinny little red legs and pitchers. It was funny to look out, for it was not moving forward but moving side to side. I wanted to touch and feel this creature, so I poke it. It felt smooth and hard, and I never felt that before. When I poke at this creature it stood there for a moment. It was not moving, just standing there. Then, when everything was safe, he side crawl again. I laugh in my throat, for I thought this was funny. This creature had felt something, but did nothing but stand there. I wanted to poke at it again, for fun! I once again poke at the creature, and once again it stop. I laugh loudly in my throat again, for this was getting more funny. I had to do it again, one last time, and that was it. I took my finger again and was going to poke this creature one last time. SNAP!
AWWWWWWWWWWW! I yelled loudly, louder than any time I had! For when I was going to poke this creature, the creature pitched my finger with its pitchers! It sent a powerful pain all through my finger as I stood up quickly. I look at my finger, with the creature attach to it, biting my lip as the pain went through my body. The creature was holding tight onto my finger, making it a deep red color! One pitcher was holding onto my finger, the other one was snapping everywhere trying to get what was poking at it! Angry with the creature, a began to swing my hand side to side violently. I want this creature off my finger, and I want it off my finger NOW! The more it try to swing my hand, the harder the creature held on. Neither one of us were going to give up. I gulp as the pain seem to get worst. The with one final powerful swing of my hand, I sent the creature flying off my hand and into the water. It skip a few times before it sank to the water. I look at my finger to see how badly hurt it was. It was still red, but not as red as before, and I could feel it throbbing a little it as well. I took my other hand and began to rub my finger, trying to make the pain go away. As I rub my finger, I look out at the mighty water. This water, whatever it was called, was not what it seems to be. It could not be drink, so what was it purpose? What was my purpose? I guess, for all the pain this water have given me, we were somewhat alike. We do not know what we are here for, but we are here none the less. When the pain in my finger subsided, I look away from the water to see what else was here. I blinked a few times, I did not see this before. Maybe I was excited to see this water that I did not see a small little town, that was resting next to the water, not too far from where I was. My curiosity began to pick up again. What kind of people are in this town? What do they do? And could they tell me anything about this water that was here? These questions float around my mind as I walk over to the town.
I wish my head could spin 360 degrees, for when I enter into this town I was just so over welled by all the…the….new idea! I…I never seem anything like this before! Houses made of wood, exotic fruits and foreign meats that look wet like they came out of water. And the people that crowed around me! Each one of them were so different from the last! Small playful people, tall skinny people, wrinkly people, wide people, and people who had wood for limps! All of this was wrap with a powerful smell of salt. I did not take notice of the smell because I was caught up looking around. My mouth was open just a big as I spun around and try to look at everything.
"Watch where you're going, stranger," said a man with the most rough voice that I have ever heard. I was looking around everywhere, that I did not see where I was going. How did he know that I was a stranger? I was about to ask him, but he was nowhere to be found. I guess he must have disappeared into the crowd. I need to get my head on straight. Spinning around and trying to look at everything is not safe. But I wanted to look inside all these buildings. There were new ideas and things lock inside each building for me to discover. So I decided to start with the first building in front of me. I blink a few times, I wanted to get all the details of the building before I enter in. It was the same size as the other building around, yet written in black letters were the words "Crashing Wake Inn." I knew what crashing means, that I could understand, however what in the world does wake mean? There were windows on the left and right side of the building. It was hard for me to look in and see what was going on, for the widows were covered in a smoky gray dust. I think it is dust? In-between the windows was the enter door to the building. The door was the same color as the rest of the building, a dark brown color of some kind. However, the metal black door knob was not familiar to me. It was not just a round ball that you could turn. No, it was just a circle that was attach to the door. This puzzles me, how was I going to get in? I walk up to the door and stared at the doorknob for a long time. What secrets did it have inside of it? I took a deep breath in, and grab onto the unfamiliar door knob and push in. It would not let me in, so I push again. But sill it would not let me in. I look up to the sky for a moment, still holding onto the doorknob. If pushing the doorknob would not work, then what about pulling it? I gave it a go, and it worked! The door creaked open for me to enter through. I smile to myself as I enter into the building. I have solve the secret of the doorknob and now more secrets await me!
I had to look back when I first walk in. For the door had close behind me, without me having to close it! Strange! Once I knew the door was close behind me, I turn around to take a look around. I had to rub my nose of little bit, for there was a strange smell of smoke coming into my nose. It made me cough a little bit. The place was surround by many light color wooden tables and chairs. Thought there were many chairs and tables in the building, there were not many people here. Straight in front of me was a long dark brown counter top. Next to the counter top and stretching all the way down, were round wooden seats that were connecting to the ground. Round wooden seats that were connecting to the ground! Who would have thought of that! Behind the counter top was a stocky looking man clearing a glass with a dirty piece of cloth. He had no hair on his head, and an eye patch that was over his left eye. Was that infected by something? From what I could tell, he was wearing a white old shirt that was cut in a few place and had dirt all over it. I did not know if this man was friendly or not. He could be, I just have to ask. So I tread over to the counter top to ask the man a few questions about this place and the mighty water. When I reach the counter top, I sat down on the round wooden seats. The look comfortable at first, but when you sit in they were hard as…well wood. I twisted my face in many forms as I tried to find an comfortable spot on the round wooden seat. I heard someone cough right in front of me, so I look. It was the man behind the counter top and he was looking at me seriously with his one good brown eye. His cloth that he was using one over his shoulder and both his hands were resting on the table.
"What'll have?" he growl at me in a low tone. What will I have? I do not know what will I have? I was feeling a little bit hungry, yet I did not know what kind of food they have here. I put my fingers on the edge of the counter and replied slowly,
"What…do you…recommend?" The response to this question was not what I had expect. The counter man took his hand off the counter and cross them over his chest. And then, and this is the strange part, he smile at me. I lick my teeth inside my mouth as I saw his yellow teeth smiling at me. They look like they were going to fall out on their own!
"Good question," he said in a more kinder tone than before. He was nodding his head and was looking at me with least seriousness than before. He look up to the ceiling and continue to say, "We have the best chowder here all in town. So I recommend that!" He uncross his arms and point right at me, and wait for me to order something back. Chowder? What in the world was that? Sound very rough tasting. Yet, if he said this chowder stuff was the best in town, who am I to say?
"I guess…I will have the chowder then?" I said back to him a bit unsure of what I will be getting.
"Cool," he said back to me. He shrugged his shoulders and added, "Red or white?" Red or white? There was a different? I did not know that! I scratch my head with one finger violently as I look down to my feet. Chowder can be made in two different ways? How do I know which one was the right one to choice. I could feel the counter man's eye staring right at me, waiting for me to make a pick. I need to make a choice. So I took a big gulp and said the first thing that came to my mind,
"Red?"
"No, no, no," he said shaking his hand and head at me. Oh, no! I made the wrong choice! Now what will happen to me! "You don't look like a red chowder person," he continued as he point a finger at me. I was not a red chowder person? How does he know that I am not a red chowder person? "You look more like a white chowder person to me!" White chowder person. I guess, if he says so.
"Okay then," I said a bit nervously, "I'll take the white then." He clap his hands together and rub them a bit.
"Good. It will be with you in a few moments," he said as he turn around and walk into the back room that I miss before. I put a hand on my chest and sigh deeply. Who knew picking food was so hard to do! As I wanted for this mysterious chowder, I look around a bit more. I did not notice the back room before, I wonder what else did I miss. I look down to the left of me, no one was there. I look to the right of me, and no one was…hold on! There was someone else in the building besides me! He sitting just a few round wooden seats away from me, how could I miss him! I've never seen a person like him before, for he has this fox like built and appearance to him. I have never seem a person that resemble a creature before. He seems to be in his 14 year of life, so he was the height as me. He wore a dark blue cloth all over his head, so it was kind of hard to see if he had hair or not on his head. Why did he have that thing over his head? Is his hair that bad? His eyes, they were that same blue color as the mighty water I saw when I first arrive here. Yet, there were more to those eyes than just their color. They had some kind of knowledge and wisdom behind them. I could tell, you can tell a lot about a person with their eyes. That is one of my strong abilities that I have now developed. I never seen an outfit like his before. A gray shirt with a brown vest over it and long black pants and boots. He also had these black gloves, but the black on the fingers were gone. Gloves that were fingerless, how strange was that? On the back of the vest there was a symbol of some kind. A fox skull with bones that were cross below it. It look a bit scary, yet it seem to fit him in some way. Hanging from his belt was a sword of some kind. It was far, far different form my sword that was still sheathed; it was just a bit shorter than minds. What really caught my eye was what was holding on the back side of his belt. They were strange shooting devices, pistols I believe they were called, and they were sheathed as well. I was somewhat familiar with these kind of devices, for my Creator had made tons of them in his lab. Only they were a lot bigger and powerful than what he had. He looked like he was finishing up his food that he must have ordered. He was breaking a piece of bread in two and taking a bit from one piece. I watch him as he was chewing his food. I did not mean to stare at him, I was just curious about him. That is when he shot me a look. While he was still chewing, he glace to me from the side. I gulp and leaned back a little bit. He was giving me a somewhat cold look to me and I just felt a little uneasy about it. I did not do anything wrong to him, just watch him while he was eating. I did not know what to do, so I did the only thing I could to. I smile to him. I smile to him to show that I was not a bad person, not any more away. That I was just wondering about him. For a long moment he did nothing but stare at me. He swallowed his food…and smile back at me. He had got my message for his eyes had change. They were not staring at me coldly, but rather friendly looking. I continue to smile back at him and nod lightly. I guess some messages can be sent without words. He went back to eating his bread, and that is when the chowder was place in front of me. I raise an eyebrow as I look at the bow that was in front of me. I was so use to going out in the woods, finding fruits and berries and anything else I could find. Yet this, this was a lot different from what I was use to. This 'chowder' looks like dirty white water that had steam coming above it. I grab the spoon that was right near the bow and dip it in the chowder. I also notice that this dirty white water was a lot thicker than normal water. I held up the spoonful of chowder right in front of me. I move my head all around the spoonful of chowder, examining it from all the angles I can find. I was stalling for time, for I did not want to eat this strange food. What if I did not like it? What if it was poison to me? What am I thinking? I need to remember my quest! The quest to find my purpose and to learn about life. And life is about trying new things, correct! I lick my lips and stare down at the spoonful. I was not going to let this chowder rule over me! I took the spoonful of chowder and place it into my mouth. WOW! I have never taste anything like this before. It move around like any water I have had, but it was hot and thick! And the taste…the taste….I do not know if I could explain it! It all just went down my throat so smoothly and slowly. I really like it! When the chowder was down in my throat, I open my mouth a little bit. I pause for a moment. Looking down at the rest of the chowder that I had not eaten yet. The taste still dance around my mouth for a long time. Then…I began to scope more of the chowder into my mouth like a starving animal. Every spoonful was just better than the last, I do not know if I could stop at all! I was half way done with the bow…when trouble found me. I was about to scope another spoonful of chowder in my mouth when I heard someone yell behind me saying,
"Hey! Buddy!" Buddy? Was he talking to me? I put my spoon in the almost finish chowder and spun around to see who was yelling at me. It was a very thin man who was calling at me. He look like he had never had anything to eat before in his life. His hair was yellow and untamed. It look like someone had dump a bucket of dirt over his head and the dirt just stuck there. His eyes were a light brown color, and I could see inside them what they were like. A sick curl man who had nothing to do with his life but to push people around, that is what his eyes told me. Sticking out of his mouth was a thin piece of wood. I do not know why he had it in his mouth, but he was bouncing it up and down as he look at me. He wore an indigo color shirt that look too big on him and light blue pants that look ripped all over the leggings. On his waist was long sheathed sword. The sword seem to match his body well, for it was thin just like him.
"Hey, Buddy!" he yelled again making spit fly out of him mouth. I look behind me, to see if he was talking to the counter top man. Yet, he was not there or anywhere to be found. I look back at the thin man, pointed to myself and said,
"Me?"
"Yes you!" he barked. The piece of wood seem to bounce more and more as he talk. "You're in my spot! So move!" I quickly glace down to his sword. His hand was gripping the handle very tightly that I could hear it from here. This man, this thin looking man wanted a fight. And I was his target. As much as this man feels me up with angry, I did not want to start a fight. I will end a fight, but I will never start a fight. It is just one of those things that makes me, me. I slide off the seat I was in and push the bow over a bit. I was about to sit down in the round wooden seat that was next to the one I just left, when he yelled to me again,
"Hey! That's my spot as well!" I turn around a look at him. He was smiling at me, his piece of wood in his mouth still there, and he was smiling at me. Why was he smiling at me, he has his seat back without a fight?
"Um…" I began trying to be polite as I can. I still did not want to start a fight, "
Why do you need two seats? You are not that wide." I heard the fox boy chuckled to himself once I said that. Yet, the thin man did not think it was funny at all. I was not trying to be funny, I was just trying to be polite. His face went bright red once I said that. I could hear him grinning his teething, which made me feel a bit uneasy about him now. I began to turn around, forgetting the fight all together. I do not know how, I must have let down my guard, for he swoop over and unsheathed my sword right in front of me! My sword! My companion! My sword has a mixture of three different color swirl together; red, blue and yellow. They all show in different lighting, but they are all there. That is why my sword has the name Tri Blade, because of the three colors. All my muscles tighten as I grit my fists in rage. I was biting down so hard that I could have broken my teeth! The thin man held out my companion right in front of me; a sinister smile was slap on his face.
"Give it back!" I growl at him in the deepest voice I could make. I wanted my companion back now! And then…and then… and then he did the most sickening, disgusting unthinkable thing imaginable! He place his tongue on the flat edge of my companion, and move it slowly up to the tip! I could feel my whole body shaking in rage now, my eyebrows squinting down with angry, I even heard myself growl at him! I actually growled at the thin make for putting his tongue on my companion! I only felt this much angry to only one other person, my Creator! He pull his tongue back into his mouth as he reach the point of my companion. Still with that wicked, wicked smile posted on his face, he mocked,
"I don't taste too much blood on this blade! Ha!" I… I …I just lost it right there and then! I charge right at him, growling loudly like a wild animal! No one makes fun of my companion like that! No one at all! All I could see was his smile. His mocking smile that was sickening to watch. Next thing I knew, I felt a strong pain in my right cheek. The thin man had made a fist and tosses that fist hard at my face. I landed on the wooden table, then roll off the table and landed face down in on the ground. I lay there, my nose push against the wooden floor. My right cheek was throbbing loudly and sting a little bit. I had walk right into what the thin man wanted, I was ashamed of myself for doing such a thing. Then I heard the thin man laughing. It was not laugher that I was use to hearing. No, this laugher had no fun or happiness to it. It was cold laugher, and bad laugher. I push myself up with my elbows to get a better look at them thin man and his laughing. He was pointing my companion at me, and his mouth was wide open laughing. "I can't believe you fell for that, you loser!" he said between laughs. I bit my lower lip and look down as the salty water in my eyes began to from. I felt angry to him, but there was a greater emotion that was flowing through me. Embarrassment. He had took my companion form me and I could not get it back. I was useless without my companion, and he knew it. I did not want to show my salty water of my eyes to the thin man, he will just laugh at me more. So I bit my lip hard to try and stop the water to come. The thin man's laugher seem to echo all inside my head, so it made it harder to not show my salty water to him. What can I do? Then all of a sudden the laugher stop. The thin made had suddenly stop laughing. But why? I raise my head up to see what had made him stop. My mouth open a little bit and the salty water in my eyes began to stop. The thin man had turn white with fear and beads of water from over his head, as a sliver gray sword was near his throat. Someone was helping me, but who was it? I quickly push myself back up to me feet, wiping some of the salty water from my eyes. There…I saw the fox boy! He had his sword in his hand, and that sword was press against the thin man's throat. The fox boy was helping me! He was helping me, but why? I could see in his eyes that he was angry. Yet, unlike me, these eyes were a controlled angry. Then the fox boy spoke for the first time in a young low voice,
"Give him back his sword!" The thin man took a big gulp as he glace back at the fox boy. The fox boy was serious about what he was saying, I could tell. Slowly, the thin man extend his hand out with my companion to me. I step to the thin man, and retrieve my old friend. I felt whole again, now that I had my companion back with me. The fox boy then took his sword away from the thin man's throat and sheathed it. The angry in his face was gone now, and he look normal. He crack his knuckles and began to walk back to him seat. However, the thin man did not look pleased. He was in the middle of making fun of someone when someone had stop him! His face turn a real red color, almost blood red I would say. He quickly turn around and as he did that he unsheathed his long sword. He was about to stab the fox boy in the back, and the fox boy was not aware of it at all! I need to do something, the fox boy had help me out once before, now it is my turn to do the same. Now that I had my sword in my hand, I can actually fight the thin man. The thin man was about thrust his sword right in the back of the fox boy, when I ran straight to him. When I have my sword in my hand, I run faster than the wind! I raise my companion in the air, and slash down right on the thin man's sword, cutting it right in two! I only use less than 10% of my strength to cut his sword in two! The fox boy turns around to see and hear half of the sword clink to the ground. His eyebrows were raise and his eyes were forces on me. I was still in my cutting stands and I was glaring at the thin man.
"It's not nice to stab someone in the back," I said coldly to the thin man. All the redness that was in the thin man's face had flush out of him. He was white, whiter than before as was still holding the other half of his sword. He drop the other half of his sword and scramble to the door yelling to me,
"…Freak! That's what you are…FREAK!" I close my eyes as I heard the door slam. I do not know what freak means, yet by the way he was saying he meant it as an insult. I did not care. He was gone and I felt better about myself now that he was gone. I sigh deeply as I sheathed my companion back into its holder.
"Hey," I heard someone say. I slowly open my eyes to see the fox boy standing right in front of my. He was rubbing the back of his head and was looking at me kindly. "Thanks for taken care of that," he finish as he took his hand off his head. I smile at him and bowed my head to him.
"No, thank you," I replied back to him. I was about to walk back to my seat and finish the chowder, when the fox boy call out to me saying,
"You're not from around here, now are you?" Was he a mind reader as well? I turn around to him and answer,
"No, how did you know that?"
"Um…just a good guess I would say," he said back to me looking up to ceiling. Was he smiling at me? What for? "Can I ask you something else?" There was a look in his eye, something was forming inside of him mind.
"O…kay," I said slowly not sure of what he had in mind. He step to me and said,
"Are you going anywhere in particular?" Was I going anywhere? This was such an odd question for me. I was on a quest, but I was not going anywhere. I look at him seriously and answer back,
"No…I am just wondering around this place." I look up to the ceiling. I was a wonder with no purpose with his life. It was hard for me to admit that to anyone, let alone a stranger. I look back down at the fox boy and saw his expression had change. There was a smile on his face, yet it was not a smile. It was a grin, I have never seen a grin before. It look so sneaky looking. He put his hand on one of my shoulders and said,
"Why don't you come with me and my crew. We are all just wondering around the high sea!"
"High see what?" I question back to him. I did not know what he meant by 'high see.' He must have thought this was funny, for he was chuckling to himself as he look down.
"You are really not from around here, are you," he said as he stop laughing and took his hand off my shoulder. Why does he keep saying that? "So are you in or are you out?" He look at me, he was serious this time. I did not know anything about this fox boy, nor did I know anything about this 'see' he speaks of. However, my quest is about learning more about this world. So if he offer me to travel with him, I should not disagree.
"I would love to learn more about this 'see' of witch you speak of," I replied to him with some excitement in my voice.
"Cool!" he said sounding just as excited as I was. He took some paper out of his pocket and place it on the counter top. "Let's go meet my crew," he added putting his head to the door.
"Sounds good," I said as I walk behind him. We were almost to the door when we stop suddenly. He snap his fingers together as he turn around to me. I look at him curiously as he began,
"I forgot to introduce myself," he cross his arms over his chest and said proudly, "They call me Fox!" I was not surprise that he was actually called 'Fox.' He did in fact look like a fox in my eyes. We wanted for a long time. Then it hit me! I should introduce myself as well! But what should I call myself. I knew my experiment number: 32840, but from what I heard people are not called by numbers. The only other name I had was my codename. I guess that will have to do.
"They call me…Samurai!"