The Wicked Knight
Chapter 2- Things Go Wrong
Author Notes: Mako is bacccckkkkkkk...yeah i know i take awhile but i am here and ready for chappy two~ I don't own the Dragon Quest Series.
In the story...3rd P.O.V
"Finally we've arrived! Pickam. A place full of crooks and trouble. According to my sources there's a bunch of thugs wanted alive. We take them out and we can save so many people from ambushes and you're not listening to me are you?" Said heroine whistles a tune as she struts in.
Not at all fazed by the fact that she's in the most dangerous town in the region if not the whole world. And what does she do?
Go and hunt down the thugs...nope. Head to the tavern and get the latest gossip on trouble, nuh uh. Yeah, she goes shopping..."Are you kidding me? You have a world to save! Don't just go shopping!"
Her response, simply ignoring him. "Hey how much for that dagger?" Eye twitch eye twitch. "Do ye not understand? Thou are a knight of Justice, sworn to protect the weak and save the world. Do not use such cowardly assassin weaponry!" She examines the quality of the blade, it was enchanting no doubt about that.
Disgusted with her heartless and dishonorable decisions he leaves her, going off to defeat the bandits in her stead. He would not allow for such sinful acts to continue. These dangerous had to be stopped. But he had the most difficulty finding them as, he was unfamiliar with this towns atmosphere.
"Excuse me kind sir. I request directions." He gets a grunt, as the tired old man in rags once more goes to sleep on his moth infested blanket. Feeling pity for the man, a few coins is dropped by his side. "I am sorry for inconveniencing you."
The old man sits up staring at the gold coins. A smirk on his face. "Sucker...hehehe." He flips the coin, excited to pop a few drinks at the bar. Some walking here, some conning people there. He finds the hideout of the bandits. "A clever place for a bunch of thugs." No one would ever suspect a secret base in a dried up well. "Onward!"
He leaps down expecting a bunch of heavy wicked thugs awaiting him. He would defeat them all, to ensure peace. What he found instead was a relaxing calm inducing spa. Now who had he expected to be within the shocking environment.
Nobles who've paid fortunes to stay in this secret paradise? Crooks who've come to heal from their day of dastardly crimes? Poor hard working farmers who searched long and hard to stumble upon this facility. Elves who decided to avoid the humans and took shelter down below and happened across this mystifying oasis.
Unfortunately for him. He runs across his...'partner.' Being fanned by a bunch of scoundrels.
Before...with Mako
"That dagger is 400 gold Miss. A fine choice indeed." The blacksmith was looking to make a deal, seeing the two heading into town he thought he could make some quick money off the girl. With a spell he casted, a rusty looking piece of metal had looked to be a magical dagger made of strong steel. It was an illusion of course.
And a pretty easy trick the vendors of Pickam were used to doing. She smiles slyly at the blacksmith. "Fraid I'll pass kind sir...you won't even get cow manure for that piece of garbage. If this is how you treat your customers then I am sorely disappointed. I'm sure a child could make a better blade."
The man at the stand blushes. By both the offensive words and for the fact that this one time someone has seen through his magic. Sheepishly he's takes the weapon off the stand, doing what he could to save his dignity. "That was but a test ma'am. I assure you that my real creations are of more quality." He was sweating.
In exchange for her silence she received a mighty fine piece of steel. It was a handmade. Sturdy but light, not too long nor too short, a nicely balanced dagger. One she could use for stealth and close quarters combat. She walks away with a smile. Though she's a musician by trade, she did dabble a bit in the magic department.
She would not fall for such tricks. "Hellooooooo young Miss~ Yes you, come come and feast your eyes on my finest jewelry and garments." Interested She takes a peek at the shop, gazing her eyes on the beautiful-
Outside of the story
"Paaaaaapaaaaaa. This is Boring!" The little girl pouts, upset that there was no action or pretty princess. The old man smiles at his little girl. "Dear child, not every story is full of action and adventure. In fact even the littlest of details is what makes a big picture." He winks and continues the story.
But she wouldn't let hum continue. "I DON'T WANNA LISTEN ANYMORE!" A tantrum, so huge that the house shook. "Dad just skip over that so she'll stop whining, or better yet send her to bed. I wanna keep reading it." Their father sighs in defeat.
Closing the book and the story within. "I think we've read enough for the night, and you young missy best behave, there is no need for getting upset over a book, and as for you, stop teasing your sister."
to be continued
Author Notes: Done for now~ Ahhh the life of a naive innocent. Worst part is Sen loves this story but feels very...conflicted.
Sen: No i'm not conflicted, I feel a double blow coming on, especially with That specific sentence...i wanna cry and applaud at the same time
Mako: Ohhh I know what you mean. The "Do not use such cowardly assassin weaponry!" remark. For it is not only an inslut for the fact that his character is being ignored and such but also the fact that he's insulted himself.
Sen: A good 90 percent of the time if able, I'll become a theif or assassin and use the dagger. So i just burned myself, and I still lose...
Mako: So with that tchao for now :3