Author's notes: Welcome to Mini chapter #1, A Small Request. I was feeling seriously bad earlier today about not being able to write out the stories due to school, I really do feel like you guys deserve better than two months of waiting times.

So I decided upon writing a small mini chapter in Ayuthay, I wrote it in less than an hour total, minus grammer checks and in one go, all during my spare time from studying for my final exams.

I assume some of you will ask: "But Blackraider78/Birbrain, why didn't you use that time to write the next -real- chapter in the story?" (Or maybe you wouldn't but you sure as hell are now.) This would be because within the same amount of time in the actual story I would have gotten maybe... 100 extra words in that I'd end up keeping? This is a 1000 word mini chapter and the reason I could write so much more is because I don't have to care about continuity to any extent nor does this alter the relationships between anyone even a bit. So instead of altering everything untill I absolutely loved it myself, I could just write away to my hearts content.

I hope you like this chapter. And remember, I am still alive and kicking and I will return like a cheesy overused super villian who's been owned by a super hero at least twenty times before – WITH A BANG!... I hope.

Mini chapter 1: A Small Request.

"But I really want it! I know I don't have enough but can you really not lower the price?"

It was a sight to behold deep within the chambers of the water city of Ayuthay. Many a regular costumer of the various stands arounds the Ayuthayian market grounds was watching, or at least held up in their shoppings for the briefest moment. A stranger was amongst them all, and even trying to barter with a trader, a strange thing as the economy within Ayuthay had been rock solid and nobody needed to barter to get what they needed and nobody had a shortage of anything.

He had been trying to purchase a small silver chained necklace with a small ruby in the center of golden center piece, adorned by various ribbles and markings around the ruby. However, it's price far outweighed his purse's fullness and he had been trying to bargain the price down for the past ten minutes with everything he had, to no avail.

"Boy, if I lower that price, it won't even be half of what it was originally. I can not do that! I need to make a profit off of the things I sell. The awnser is no." The shopkeeper bruskly refused his pleas. Bartering was not something he had been particularly good at. He wasn't explicitly bad either but he definetly wasn't good, and that was showing itself now.

"Come on! Isn't there anything I can do? I really do want it, it's exactly what I want!" He tried, all his efforts seeming in vain, but just as hope abandoned him on getting the necklace, the shopkeeper sighed and leaned on his stall, eyeing the young warrior up and down.

"You're not to dirty towards working, boy? If you want it that badly, I've got some work for you to get the coin you need." He offered him. More wary now, the young man stood back on his right foot, straightening his back and crossing his arms whilst looking at the shopkeeper with frowned eyes. "What kind of work are we talking about here?" he asked. "I've got a storage room close by but it's been infested with rats for weeks now and I've just about had it with cleaning or even throwing out anything that I put in there. If you can go in there and stop the problem, and I don't care how you do it nor do I want to know, I will give you the necklace for free. What about it, boy?"

He grinned as the man proposed the idea, already having accepted the deal in his mind. "It's a deal." The two shook hands, closing the deal between them. "Name's Craig, glad to have you helping, boy." "Mine's Matthew. Lead me to the place." The two stupidly grinned at each other before Craig led him to the storage room.

It smelled of rat piss, rat crap, rotting wood and a different odor that he couldn't quite make out. The walls were very old, pieces of rock had fallen off and it looked like a few hammer smashes would be aplenty to end this buildings life span once and for all. The corners, no matter where you looked, were absolutely filled with spider nests everywhere. Some small, some big. Some raggy, some perfectly formed. Tens of bugs were crawling all over the floor, looking for their next meal of the day. It was now that it hit him that it was the smell of decay he had been smelling, bodies of insects in all shapes and sizes decaying everywhere when they were not eaten by something. Luckely, the smell was mostly cancelled out by the smell of rotting wood which was a slightly more pleasant, if overwhelming, odor.

Many crates and random junk adorned the room in multiple rows, with one center lane to acces each one on each side of the room. A few empty weapon racks formed the front of he first row on the right whereas some stacked chairs made up the front a bit further in on the left.

"There's more in here than just rats..." he said. The shopkeeper had already left to return to his stall and had left him alone inside the dimly lit room to take care of the problem.

He carelessly strode through the room, not caring for the bugs, some dead but mostly alive, under his feet. He strolled around, looking for the origin of the rat problem in the room.

Eventually his search led him to a crate as high as his shoulders which was slightly away from the wallside. Taking a sneak peak behind the crate, minding not to turn his head into a coop a-la cobweb, he noticed a darker spot along the wall. A small, wide hole had been the cause for the rats getting into the storage room probably. He could feel the rats tripling along happily on the other side through various pipes and holes. Surprisingly, this would be an easy problem to solve as he could also feel that there were no creatures of that size and weight in the storage at that moment. With a stretched arm and his powers over Earth, he grew a small part of the wooden floor upwards to fill up the small hole and prevent the rats from entering anymore. Upon finishing it he knocked on the small wooden wall he had created to ascertain it's strength, and was happy to see it would hold against any kind of rattish nibbling for at least a few months. At this point, his adventurer's drive kicked in, warning him that everytime after any decent accomplishment, something would go wrong. He grabbed for his sword and turned around, only to stare into the darkness ahead. No big bad poisonous spider out to eat him, no twenty zombies out to eat specifically his brain and no overgrown jelly like monsters whom he still does not stand as to what they are out to steal his stuff. There was just the silence and relative darkness before him, a peacefull room – save for the tens of critters living out their fight for survival around him. He put his sword back into it's sheath before walking out of the room with large strides, happy to leave it behind for the rest of his days.

Right away he went back to the shopkeeper to report his succes. He did not ask Matthew how he had done it but he honorably held himself to his end of the bargain and handed over the necklace to him that he had so much wanted. Matthew thanked the man greatly before striding back to the inn to take a rest and give a certain person a gift to be envied of.

Author's notes: I hope you liked it! I grew a bit tired of it once he had found the rat hole so it is shorter than I had originally planned but I still very much like the way it worked out.

As always, please review to make me feel good about writing things (I am not joking here, it's like that for every writer).

P.s. Ooh yeah! I've also gotten more active on my Facebook account (I don't really know why) so I'm going to post a link to it in case anyone wants to post on my wall... WHY you would do that I do not know but I'm giving you the chance just because I like to open opportunities to people.

I don't actually have anything fun, amusing or informative there but I might change that in the near future.

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