"Father how much long do we has to stay in this dump?" said a young very snobbish boy "It smells here and all these… people… they won't even acknowledge our greatness." The boy was standing next to a rather heavy man, they both wore the finest clothes that only nobility could afford and walked with the familiar noble air to them. As they walked through the gallery town many artist disappeared into the shops or tried to draw as little attention as possible.

"We'll be done here soon and then I'll get you whatever you want." said the large man as he twisted a part of his spider-like mustache. He was Donny Mediki and at the time was the head of the Mediki nobles.

"Fine" said the boy "we should just buy this stupid island."

"Perhaps" Donny said, "after all" he thought "once Da Vinco finishes my commission the family's prestige in the world will skyrocket, maybe I'll even get a kingship!" "Rerere" he laughed.

Suddenly, a young artist tripped in from of the Medikis, he had been carrying some art supplies which now lay either scattered or spilled in front of Donny and his son, a speck of paint had fallen on Donny's shoe. "I'm so sorry sirs, it was an accident I swear!" the artist shouted with a mortified expression on his face. "Please I…" he didn't finish the rest of his sentence as a bullet struck him in his thigh.

"YOU!" Donny yelled "Do you know how much these shoes cost! I'll, I'll!" Donny had grasped the artist by his collar but now the anger left Donny's face and was replaced by a wicked grin. "Where do work?" Donny asked.

"Please I" the artist didn't finish as another bullet struck his other thigh.

"Where?" Donny asked again.

"Fiore Luce" the artist coughed as he struggled to maintain consciousness.

"Well I've never heard of it but I think your art is worthy of my collection, I'll be taking your art, thanks you for the contribution." Donny said as he kept the same wicked grin.

"But" the artist stuttered "that's my entire livelihood if you do that my family won't…" A final gunshot went off and Donny and his son kept walking, everyone else on the street had vanished into the closest shops.

"Vino" Donny said to his son, "the life of an artist isn't easy, you are always dependent on commissions in order to earn a living. When you dissatisfy the customer you don't get paid; that artist was trash only taking time away from other artists, I did everyone a favor, Rerere!" Donny laughed.

"Yes Papa, I see" Vino said as he smiled.

"Now let's go get what we really came here for." Donny and Vino were now continuing toward Da Vinco's cabin.

I don't know everything that happened that day I had been out exploring the island. Master said it was part of my art training to learn everything about the natural art supplies on the island so he would often send me on journeys across the island. I got back just before the Medikis left.

"It'll be finished soon I promise!" Da Vinco yelled. The girl had been climbing through some bushes when she heard him shouting.

"You had better; I'd hate the think what would happen if news spread that the last great master was now just an old coot who couldn't even do one simple commission." Donny said.

"Surely a collector such as yourself must know that art is not that simple, it takes years just to master the basics!" Da Vinco yelled.

"One more word and your reputation will be the last thing you'll have to worry about." Donny said with anger in his voice, his hand was sliding toward his pistol.

"Very well, your commission will be done by springtime" Da Vinco said.

"It had better." Donny said he turned his back to leave "Let's go Vino."

After those two left I ran up to master, there was blood covering his face and one of his eyes was black. "Get inside girl!" he yelled. That was one of the few times master yelled at me. After that master grew very distant, the only time we talked was when he would give me instructions for training. He would spend most of the day and even the night in the studio. I started to notice how thin master was getting by the winter and I started to worry, I was still just a kid but I could see that master wasn't going to last much longer if he kept living like this.

Then, one day, I thought I found the solution to the problem. I was on another exploration of the island when I saw it: a fruit just sitting in the middle of the canvas plains. I thought it was odd since there were no trees in the plains, just parchment and canvas plants. Then I suddenly realized I'd seen the fruit before in an old art magazine master kept.

The fruit was the paint-paint fruit. It was said the fruit was a reason Pittore became the art island. Legends abound about how the fruit was located here. It was said that whoever ate the fruit gained the ability to create amazing paintings with just a thought. I knew this was the answer to master's troubles, so I instantly ate the fruit. After that I fashioned some canvases out of the bushes and decided to practice. I just thought of a picture of master smiling and then it was on the canvas. It was better than anything I had done up to that point, it looked like master would jump off the canvas.

I stayed on the plains for a while making majestic sunsets, fields that went on forever, forests filled with every color imaginable, cloudy skies so beautiful I remember crying at my own work. I took back all the painting my pack could carry and rushed back to master as fast as I could. "Master!" the girl yelled as she burst into the cabin "I can help now, look!" she said as she showed Da Vinco the paintings. He picked one up and stared at it for a few seconds. "Now I can help you finish the work!" The girl was smiling she didn't notice Da Vinco's hands shaking.

"How did you make these so fast?" There was something underlying in Da Vinco's voice.

"Well I was on the learning expedition and then I found this fruit and…" The canvas Da Vinco was holding snapped in two. "Master?" Then the girl saw white as a hand slapped her face into the wall.

"You FOOL!" Da Vinco yelled, "Have you learned nothing from all the training I've given you!"

"But I just wanted to"

"To help? You call this help!" Da Vinco grabbed another painting and tore it to pieces. "This isn't worthy to step on!" Now he had taken the whole pack and was repeatedly stomping, tears were streaming down the girl's face. "I was wrong about you, I thought you understood true art." He was now empting the sack of all the broken paintings and was rushing around the room in a haphazard manner shoving vital supplies in the pack and then throwing it in the girl's face. "I have no use or desire for someone like you so just leave!" His finger was now pointed towards the ajar door.

"But master this is my home please!"

"No! Leave!" He now grabbed the girl and was about to throw her through the door.

"NO! FATHER!" the girl screamed, for an instant rage left Da Vinco and all time seemed to be frozen. Then the girl was outside and, it had been a cold winter but snow hadn't fallen yet, it was now though.

"Come back when you have some respect." Came a voice from behind the door, it was filled with sadness. After that I lived in the gallery town. No one knew what had happened but they made assumptions, Master had always been a bit of a hermit so people were always shocked when they saw me with him. Fortunately, the other artists took pity on me and gave me housing.

It was just the beginning of spring when master died, the stress must have been too much for him. When the Medikis came back they threw a fit and used their status to slander all of Pittore. After that the artists just left, they saw no business left on the island. Despite offers to leave, I decided to stay. I felt that somehow master's death was my fault. Besides where would I go? I had never left the island and only knew about the outside world from books master had. So I've been here for 20 years, I'll probably spend the rest of my life here.