*Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't updated lately, I'm on vacation. I'm at my grandma's house and she has a different computer, which I like better. Anyway here's chapter 2 of my story.*

Mandalyn Part II
By Antoinette Snickeri

"Oh man, that was a close one", Tulio sighed as he shut the door of the abandoned lean-to. "Look on the bright side, at least we still have the gold- and our heads", replied his partner, Miguel, rather casually tossing a bag of gold in the air. "I'm going to have yours in minute, Miguel", snapped Tulio, snatching the pouch from his hands. "Did you actually think that stupid puppy face was going to get us out of that mess?" "Well, it did, didn't it?" "Yeah, those men laughed so hard they were rolling on the floor and we ran away. Right- I don't think that classifies as working, Miguel!"
At that Tulio slumped down onto a hay bail and said flatly, "We need a new tactic".

Meanwhile, back on the streets of Madrid.

Mandalyn had been searching the streets for hours, asking countless people about her father and showing them the poster. Some of them new the direction in which to go, but other than that, nobody knew anything about the two. But Mandalyn didn't give up, she kept on asking. It was nearly afternoon and she was starving. She began to look around at the many food carts on the streets until she spotted a vulnerable looking man selling different varieties of fruit. "You're on, Mandalyn", she muttered to herself as she heedlessly strolled over to the stand.
Mandalyn waited, and waited, until finally the man glanced away from his stand. Just when she thought the man was going to look back her way, she slowly reached for the nearest apple. "HEY!! Where do you think you're going with that fruit!!?" bellowed the salesman. Mandalyn gave a satisfied smile and turned to face him, fake tears forming in her eyes.
"Oh! I'm dreadfully sorry sir", she sobbed, "but it's what I have to do to keep my brother and me alive! We've been orphaned since we were oh so young and have struggled to keep ourselves living. And now that my brother has fallen ill I don't know how we're going to survive without food!" Then she burst into tears and started to wail, looking as pitiful as humanly possible.
"Aww, you poor, pathetic child", the man wheezed, as he wiped away the tears forming in his own eyes. He was playing right into Mandalyn's hands. "Here, you can keep the apple. In fact, take a bag of them, you miserable, miserable little girl", at these words he thrust a small sack of apples into Mandalyn's arms.
"Goodness me!" she gasped, still keeping the fake tears running down her cheeks, "Thank you, sir, thank you! No one has ever showed such kindness towards me like you have. I don't how I'll ever repay you!"
"Think nothing of it, my dear. And good luck with your unfortunate little brother, and God bless him."
Mandalyn traveled down the street and turned a corner. When she was sure she was out of sight, she plopped down on the floor and took out an apple from her bag. Taking a bite, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Mandalyn, old girl, you still got it in you." She ate quietly; her mind yet again set on her father, and the happiness that lay before her.

*Okay, so it's extremely short. But it was either short or long, so being the procrastinator I am.more to come! I promise!*