Chapter Six
Treno Characters: Amarant, people of Treno
Age: Amarant: 9 years old
"Hey, watch where you're going, buddy!" Amarant said as he felt somebody bump into him.
"Sorry, Amarant. But, maybe you should watch where you're going," the man said as he stopped and looked behind him.
"Wanna say that again, you little bastard?" Amarant said as he took the man by his shirt collar and held him up.
"No... I-I'm sorry, Mr. Amarant, Sir..."the man pleaded as he tried to wiggle his way out of Amarant's grip.
"Why must I always torture people, innocent people, this way?" Amarant asked himself as he let the man run free.
"Could it be because you were raised this way? Sorry to interfere, but I could help myself. I'm Dr. Tot. If you want, we can come back to he home and discuss your past." Dr. Tot said as he stopped behind Amarant.
"Who are you? Some kind of mole? You're a geek, and I don't talk to geeks. I just usually punch them in the face." Amarant said as he walked away.
As Amarant passed by the Auction House, he sat against the wall. Soon after, he fell asleep.
Amarant, do you know what it's like to be a part of the team?
No.
It means that you don't need a reason to help people.
What?
You'll see in the future. I'll help you to figure it out for yourself. Remember that.
"Young man? Get up. You cannot sleep here," the Auction House owner said as he woke up Amarant.
"Stop poking me with that old cane, grandpa." Amarant said as he got up.
"Do you have a place to sleep? Where do you live?" the owner said as he was getting more mad every second.
"Nope. I'm all alone. By the looks of it, you are too." Amarant said as he put his hands in his pockets.
"I will not be spoken to in that fashion. Come here and apologize right now, young man!" the owner shouted as Amarant walked away.
"Nope. Never learned manners." Amarant said to himself. He could still here the voice from his dream saying "You don't need a reason to help people."
Treno Characters: Amarant, people of Treno
Age: Amarant: 9 years old
"Hey, watch where you're going, buddy!" Amarant said as he felt somebody bump into him.
"Sorry, Amarant. But, maybe you should watch where you're going," the man said as he stopped and looked behind him.
"Wanna say that again, you little bastard?" Amarant said as he took the man by his shirt collar and held him up.
"No... I-I'm sorry, Mr. Amarant, Sir..."the man pleaded as he tried to wiggle his way out of Amarant's grip.
"Why must I always torture people, innocent people, this way?" Amarant asked himself as he let the man run free.
"Could it be because you were raised this way? Sorry to interfere, but I could help myself. I'm Dr. Tot. If you want, we can come back to he home and discuss your past." Dr. Tot said as he stopped behind Amarant.
"Who are you? Some kind of mole? You're a geek, and I don't talk to geeks. I just usually punch them in the face." Amarant said as he walked away.
As Amarant passed by the Auction House, he sat against the wall. Soon after, he fell asleep.
Amarant, do you know what it's like to be a part of the team?
No.
It means that you don't need a reason to help people.
What?
You'll see in the future. I'll help you to figure it out for yourself. Remember that.
"Young man? Get up. You cannot sleep here," the Auction House owner said as he woke up Amarant.
"Stop poking me with that old cane, grandpa." Amarant said as he got up.
"Do you have a place to sleep? Where do you live?" the owner said as he was getting more mad every second.
"Nope. I'm all alone. By the looks of it, you are too." Amarant said as he put his hands in his pockets.
"I will not be spoken to in that fashion. Come here and apologize right now, young man!" the owner shouted as Amarant walked away.
"Nope. Never learned manners." Amarant said to himself. He could still here the voice from his dream saying "You don't need a reason to help people."
