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Two. The Boy and the Spirit.
Mingal had been minding her own business that day, walking to Market Square when the golden haired boy appeared in a flash of green light. He seemed dressed like some sort of cat costume. He had a small black mask and two cat ears pressed down like an actual cat's would if it were saddened, startled, afraid, or in pain. He grunted, revealing his sharp teeth. His eyes, above all, were the most startling. They weren't human, but rather the eyes of a feline. They were green in color and danced in a playful and wild manner. They flickered in fright and confusion, looking around frantically. If that wasn't bizarre enough, it got weirder. He shut his eyes at the sudden daylight and a flash of electric green light washed over him. Gone was the cat costume. Instead he wore a strange white jacket and back shirt. His pants were blue and made up of an unfamiliar fabric. He doubled over, crying out in pain. The few bystanders, who up until that point were panicking froze. The boy was severely hurt.
Not considering the consequences, she rushed to his side.
"Are you okay?" His head shot up and his eyes snapped out, revealing they resembled human eyes now, holding a gentleness and glint of sadness in them. They scanned the area, searching for something or someone.
"Milady." Hs whispered in a gentle, weakened voice, "Help me." She leaned in closer to hear those words and caught him as he fell forwards into her arms. His eyes were now squeezed shut. She realized he was unconscious. She gasped.
"We need a doctor! He's injured badly." She told the bystanders. People gathered around all staring at the boy in concern.
"I am a doctor, make way, and let me through to see the lad." An older man with spectacles perched on his nose and a bag in his hand. He knelt beside Mingal.
"My name is Kantai. I want you to help me carefully lay him down so I can examine him." She nodded. They carefully set him down and the doctor ordered one of the bystanders to get a stretcher and find an inn that would be willing to take the wounded boy for a few days. Most of the people left the area in search for an inn, water, or blankets for the boy. Everyone else the doctor shooed off so the boy would have space. With the distractions gone, Kantai began to take the boy's stained white jacket off. That's when a small creature tumbled out of the jacket's pocket. It was tiny and greatly resembled a small black cat, with its ears, whiskers and tail. In reality, she knew it was no cat. It was far too small. It was barely the size of her fist.
"Ouch." It moaned. The doctor and Mingal stopped what they were doing and stared at the tiny creature with wide eyes. It picked itself up, hovering a few inches above the ground. It glanced around in confusion.
"Huh?" Then it saw the boy and got a terrified expression on its face.
"Kid?" It said, racing to the boy's face and trying to shake the boy awake, "Kid? Are you okay? Wake up! Please! You have to be okay, or no one will feed me!"
"He isn't dead." Kantai blurted, "Just unconscious." The creature twirled around and stared at them like they were the most frightening things it had ever seen. They engaged in a staring contest with the creature.
"What? Never seen a Kwami before?" It snapped.
"...Are you a spirit?" Mingal asked. The creature hesitated before replying.
"Yes. Now my holder is hurt and I'm not letting a bunch of nosey humans keep him from getting help. So either do something, or scram." Kantai nodded, ignoring the oddness of the entire situation. He set to work on bandaging the boy. Two men came to them with a stretcher and Mingal helped them put the boy on it.
"Oh kid, how do you manage to get us in these situations? Last time I got stuck in an alternate universe it took me years to get back. How did you even know that move? I never told you about it."
"Why is his hair gold?" Mingal wondered aloud. The spirit gave her a queer look.
"Is that strange to you human?"
"I've just never seen golden hair before. I thought that was impossible." The spirit rolled its eyes.
"It's called blonde hair. Where he's from, it is fairly common. Apparently that isn't the case here. Not good. It's probably gonna draw us a lot of unwanted attention. Not that appearing in the middle of a public place didn't do that." It explained.
"What is it that they call you spirit?" Kantai inquired.
The spirit bowed mockingly.
"You humans are blessed to be in the presence of Plagg the Kwami of bad luck, mischief, and destruction."
Mingal froze. That sounded like the spirit was evil. This spirit wasn't evil, was it? The spirit noticed her expression of concern and laughed.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm fairly friendly to the humans that I like. I am only evil towards evil people these days. You aren't evil are you?" Plagg asked. She shook her head quickly.
"Excellent. So do you got any food? I'm famished!"
"...Uh… no…"
"Then what good are you? Uh, whatever. Hey doc! How's my holder?"
"He will live."
"Great! How long until you will have him back on his feet?"
"A few days, but even then he will have to take things very slowly."
"Yeah, not so good." Plagg grumbled, "Is there anyway we can get him out of the middle the street where we are utterly exposed for everyone to see."
"A man is finding him an inn." Kantai assured Plagg.
"Better, but obviously, my holder's clothes are ruined. He needs new ones. You! Human lady. Get him something in black and green, got it?" Mingal nodded quickly, turning to go. Before she did she heard the spirit whisper softly, "Don't worry kid, I've got you."