--Lufia's Story--

Finally, the ship had arrived to the island where all the weapons ever sold arrived; The Island of Forfeit. "Took long enough!" she quickly dashed onto shore, looking around for a nearby store, carrying only a blue purse, and a bag of things she would need; to sell, to trade, anything for Devur.

She bumped into a man. "Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where the store where all of the weapons are?"

The man smiled, and pointed to a little building in the middle of town. "It's the one with the enormous line out of it."

Her jaw dropped; never had she seen a line that long in her life. But that wasn't going to stop her. But she knew exactly what to get Devur. After all, she was probably the most determined women this world has ever seen. She pushed through the people, determined to prove her love to Devur.

"Hey!"

"No cutting!"

"I've been here three hours, lady!"

"What the hell do you think your doing!"

"Get back in the line!"

The register-women looked at her. She seemed to deal with customers like her all the time. "What can I do for ya?" she said, her eye patch underneath her scraggly-blonde hair.

"Do you have any golden, crest sheathes?" she asked.

"Hmmm...What size you lookin' for?" she asked, the mole on her old lip wiggling back and forth.

"Hmmm..."She sat there, thinking for a moment. "About size 69 inches..."

"Wow, you must love your swords!" she said in amazement.

"It's not for me." Lufia explained. "It's for a guy I love. He has a sword called Dual Blade. He loves it so much, but is really over-protective of it. I want to get him a sheathe that would fit with it. To show him that I really care about him and his little fetishes..."

"Awww..." the women smiled. "True love...I haven't seen that in people in years..." she frowned. "Most people pretend to love one another for money, soul-torturing, and such. But you… you're different."

Lufia smiled. "So, how much would the best sheathe you got be?"

The lady looked underneath the counter, and seconds later, pulled out the most stunning sheathe Lufia had ever seen. It was long enough to fit Dual Blade into, and there were beautiful carvings along the beautiful red leather. Steel straps bound the leather together, with pendants of dragons carved into every one of them.

"It's beautiful..." Lufia's eyes sparkled that beautiful blue. "...h-how much?"

"Hmmm..." the women examined the sheathe. "We're talking about...10,000,000 gold here."

Lufia's jaw dropped again. Twice in one day. It had to be a new record, because she never dropped it more than once.
She looked in her purse. 12,500 gold. Perfect. No way in hell she'd be able to afford that...unless...

She opened her bag, and pulled out her possessions. She knew that it might come down to this, always thinking at least three steps ahead.

The women arched an eyebrow, looking at the items Lufia was placing on the counter. A beautiful white brooch; incredible white high-heeled shoes; and the most beautiful pearl-white veil she had ever seen in her life.
The women gasped, taking all this in.

"How about I trade all this, and 12,500 gold, for the sheathe?" she said, determined to get what she wanted.

The women examined it. "You really love him, don't you?" she asked, surprised she offered all of this for it.

Lufia nodded.

"Okay. We'll trade." the women said.

Lufia squealed with joy. "Great!" she said with the biggest, most beautiful smile ever.

She set the items into the bag, along with the gold, and handed it to the women behind the register. She then put the sheathe into a case, and handed it to Lufia. "The true spirit of Christmas." she said, as Lufia took the case. "Never would I thought I'd ever see it again...especially in someone as young as you..."

Lufia smiled, then headed out the door, people in the line growling at her.

"Hope you got what you wanted, you--!"

"Never have I seen such disregard for a…"

Lufia smiled at the thought of all the people she just irritated… and Devur's soon-to-be reaction.

And with that, the women shouted, "Merry Christmas!"