The Market
Jestro watched with excitable glee at everything going on around him. Lavaria and Moltor lead him through the markets of Knighton, exposing him to an overload of the senses. Everything seemed so colourful to the eye. There were places where you could buy food, places were you could buy fabric, even places to buy paint and art supplies. If he wasn't holding Lavarias hand, Jestro would have wondered off and get lost among it all. He looked up at the sneaky woman and the tough fighter.
"What're we doing?" He asked excitedly.
"Well, I'm going to get some supplies." Lavaria answered as they stopped.
Jestro noticed that they were away from the people in the market, but he paid attention to Lavaria as she spoke to Moltor.
"Look after Jestro while I'm gone, Moltor." She ordered.
"Do I look like a babysitter?" He asked rather sarcastically.
"Just do it."
Lavaria walked off and left Jestro alone with the tough twin of Flama. Jestro looked up as Moltor picked his nose.
"Picking your nose is gross you know." The boy reminded.
"I'm not picking, kid; I'm scratching it." Moltor replied.
When Moltor was done 'scratching' his nose, he bent down to Jestros level and smiled.
"Since Lavaria let you come with us today, I think we should have a little fun." He said with a rather mischievous grin.
"I like fun!" Jestro jumped up excitedly.
"Who doesn't?"
Moltor stood back up and told Jestro to follow him. Jestro followed him towards the market and a fruit stand. Moltor made him stop in his tracks and bent down to his level again.
"You know that Lavaria is the one who brings back food for us, right?" He spoke to the boy with his arm around him.
"Yeah?" Jestro replied.
"But do you know how she gets it?"
"No."
Moltor smiled as he looked towards the fruit. He thought the person running looked a bit daft.
"Wait here and watch what I do." Moltor stood up and walked towards the stand.
Jestro watched curiously as Moltor casually made his way over to the fruit stand. Moltor looked at the range of apples, oranges, strawberries and watermelons. The elderly looking man running the stand looked up from his chair.
"May I help you, sir?" He asked.
"I don't know." Moltor put his hand to his chin. "Would you by any chance have any dragon fruit?"
"Dragon fruit?" The man repeated in question. "Let me take a look in the back.
When the man had his back turned, Moltor reached out and took a big and juicy strawberry and put it in his pocket. Jestro tilted his head to the side as he watched. The man turned back around to face Moltor.
"Sorry sir, I don't have any dragon fruit." He answered disappointedly.
"Oh, that's alright. See ya." Moltor said goodbye and walked away.
Jestro watched as Moltor smiled and snickered to himself as he walked back to Jestro.
"And that's how it's done." He took the strawberry out and took a bite out of it.
Jestro gave Moltor a confused look as he thought about what he just saw. Moltor took something that wasn't his. Moltor looked down at the boy as he took a bite of the stolen fruit.
"Now you try it." Moltor spoke with a mouth full.
Jestro looked at the man like he was mad.
"Me do it?" He pointed to himself in question.
"Yeah. Just do what I did. But ask for another fruit." Moltor advised.
Jestro looked at the stand and looked back at Moltor before looking back at the stand. Jestro blinked before making his way over; trying to do what Moltor did. Jestro looked up at all the fruit above him; barely being visible to the man running the stand.
"Excuse me mister?" Jestro put his arm up to be seen.
The elderly looking man looked over his fruit to look down at Jestro.
"Well, hello there young one. How can I help you?" The man greeted with a friendly smile.
"Do you have any grapefruit?" Jestro asked; making himself look innocent.
"Hmm, lots of odd requests today. Let me check out back." The man replied before turning his back to Jestro.
Jestro quickly looked over the fruit while the owners back was turned. He felt bad doing it, but he quickly grabbed an apple and stuffed it in his hood. He quickly made himself look like he did nothing when the man turned back around to face him.
"I'm sorry, young man. I afraid I'm all out of grapefruit." The man said rather disappointedly.
"That's ok. Thank you anyway." Jestro said before he started walking away.
The man waved goodbye to the boy as he went back to Moltor. But the man went wide eyed when he noticed something red and round peeking out of his colourful hood.
"Excuse me, boy?" The man called out.
Jestro gasped as he looked back. Moltor shook his head as the man got out from behind the fruit stand and ran after Jestro. Moltor picked up Jestro as he ran back to him and held him under his arm; making a run for it. Moltor looked back as the man chased after him and Jestro; calling out things like stop and apple taker.
"Dang it." Moltor cursed under his breath as he ran.
Jestro looked back as the man gave chase. He must have been quite fit. Jestro look forward to see a pile of firewood. As Moltor ran past it, he held up his arms and waved right. Moltor stopped and watched as the man slowed down and caught his breath. Moltor blinked as the pile of wood began to shake. The man took a step back as the pile fell over; blocking the way. Moltor looked at the fallen pile as he heard the man utter dang it while Jestro took the apple from his hood and started eating it.
"Wow." Moltor said blankly as he stared.
He heard footsteps behind him. He quickly turned to see Lavaria with a few bags of food and supplies. She raised a brow at the sight of the fallen wood.
"What's going on here?" She questioned.
Moltor was about to answer, but Jestro beat him to it.
"We took strawberries and apples from a fruit stand." Jestro said with a mouth full.
Lavaria gave Moltor a rather hard stare.
"You were teaching him to steal?" She asked rather harshly.
"He's gotta learn some time." Moltor replied rather bluntly.
With that, Lavaria dropped her bags and took Jestro out of Moltors arm.
"You're carrying the supplies." She said in a slightly annoyed tone.
Moltor rolled his eyes the other way as he picked up the bags. The trio had to take a different way out of town thanks to the markets being blocked and because of motors' stealing lessons. As they crossed through the forest, Moltor gave Jestro weird looks behind his back; thinking of the fallen firewood.
"So kid, how did you do that back there?" He asked.
"I just asked Mr Fruit guy for something he didn't have and did what you did." Jestro answered.
Lavaria gave Moltor a hard stare.
"Don't look at me like that." He said to her before turning back to Jestro. "Not the fruit, I'm talking about the firewood that fell over because of you waving your arms around."
Lavaria blinked and raised her brow as Jestro answered Moltors question.
"I don't know. I just looked at it and thought of it falling over." Jestro answered as honestly as he could.
Lavaria was not sure. But what Jestro described himself doing sounded like magic. It could be nothing, but if Monstrox found out... She could not think of it.
"I'm sure it was nothing sweetie." She said to the boy kindly; gently nuzzling his cheek and making him giggle.
Moltor just shrugged as the trio continued their way home.
"Then what happened, Moltor?"
Moltor was sitting in the living area with the other men; telling them about his and Jestros little adventure in the market and the fruit stand.
"Well the guy running it started chasing after me and the little guy." Moltor continued as he folded one leg over the other. "I ran passed a pile of firewood as he chased us, and the weirdest thing happened."
"What happened?" Beast Master asked; patting his two dogs.
Moltor picked his ear as he thought of how to continue.
"Jestro waved his arms towards it and it fell over." He answered as honestly as he could.
All the men stared Moltor like he was nuts. But Flama just laughed.
"That's a big load of bull, Moltor!" Flama refused to believe his brother.
"I'm not a liar, Flama; I saw it happen. Kid even said it himself." Moltor justified his story.
Magmar shook his head in disbelief.
"Kids will say anything. He's only a seven year old." He argued.
Burnzie and Sparkks were both eating protein bars from their stash of food while Book Keeper sat between them.
"Maybe Jestro is a wizard." Burnzie suggested as he munched on his protein bar.
"How could he be a wizard? He's just a kid." Flama questioned.
"He might be getting his powers." Sparkks suggested.
Book keeper smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Well, if he does have magic powers, I hope he doesn't end up being like you know who." Magmar spoke rather worryingly.
"Yeah. Wait, who?" Moltor questioned.
"He's talking about Monstrox, you moron." Flama answered harshly.
"But Monstrox is a necromancer, isn't he?" Beast Master asked.
"Yes. But if he knew that Jestro had potential to be a wizard, he would probably try to take him and turn him into a necromancer like himself." Magmar explained.
"Last thing I want is a little Monstrox running around." Burnzie said with worry.
"Yeah." Sparkks agreed.
"Maybe we should keep this between us. For Jestros sake." Flama suggested.
Everyone nodded and agreed with Flama; agreeing to keep this amongst themselves. But they had no idea that Roberto was listening to the first part of the conversation and went back to work without hearing the rest.
