Hope you enjoy! -Jonathan
Jonathan's P.O.V
We move out the next day, scraping up all our belongings as we go. "What's our next goal?" Stefanie asks. "I guess… Move on to the next village." I say. She nods and we move on. I pack up the tent and supplies. 'Maybe we need horses soon." I say. She grins back in reply. "Horses would be awesome." We go to the shade and wait. Wait for? Standard of course. He says good bye to his friends, and lopes back to us. Tongue dangling. I give him the beef I promised and he races off to give his friends a meat good bye and we wait patiently. We walk in the relative safe shade of the trees, but the sun is hot. The day drags by and we start depleting our water fast. I find a river and we refill, drink our fill, and go on. "I think the next village is the Green Emerald Village." Stefanie says.
The next day, we arrive. The village is quiet, clean, and smooth. But there is a smell of superiority in the air. Like they are rich or something. People scurry around, doing their things, and everyone, I mean everyone looks at us with distaste. "Could we speak to the leader or mayor or something?" I ask a passer-byer. He stares at me and spits out, "Go away you poor devil," I jump back startled. What a jerk, I think. "I'm really starting to hate this place," whispers Stefanie. "Me, too." I reply. We go around, trading, but some traders refuse our service. I buy a new jacket, some coffee, a nice strong leather boots. Stefanie buys an iron knife for cooking and a new necklace.
After we go warily into a tow food stop. It sells fried chicken and we order a pair. They don't look at us too bad because we are wearing the new things that we bought. This town is so freaking racist to poor and rich. We eat the warm food gratefully and munch on the sweet buttery taste of the biscuit. Delicious. We pay and walk to the town. "Hey! Can we see your leader or mayor or something?" The door opens and out comes a fat man with a shit ton of emerald, wearing an expensive ass suit. "Who the hell are you?" he asks rudely. I shuffle my feet. This son of a bitch. "We've came to tell you about the scouts. They're over a thousand, maybe more in each group. You need to leave. Now." I tell him. He scowls. "No worries, the poor will protect us. That is what they are for! Correct?" he says smiling at us. I consider taking out my bow and shooting him in the shoulder to show him who the hell is correct. And by the looks of it, Stefanie isn't too far from taking out her sword and skewering him either. "And can the poor protect against the couple thousand mobs to come?" I ask him angrily. "Why yes they can! They live to serve the rich and prosperous!" I seriously want to shoot him in the face now. "Okay. Stay. Stay and die. You'll never live to the end of the war." I spat scornfully. He just laughs. We walk away.
"Something's isn't right." Stefanie says. "They don't like poor people. Why hire them?" I think. She's right. They hate poor. They couldn't even stand to look at us. "There must be a secret, a way that they could, maybe, help the mobs?!" I exclaim. She gasps. If the rich could help the mob campaign, the mobs would spare them. Maybe even treat them well. Could it be a diversion trick? Or tons of chopped trees? "What is it?" Stefanie whispers.
