[Fiction] Puppeteer's Relics
Hello, dear readers!
If you noticed my last topic, I decided to write yet another Action/Adventure story, just that I will pull out to different genres from time to time, so don't expect it not to be funny/scary/whatever else you don't want to see - I'll give my best to have everything in this fiction.
Also, notice I say fiction, not fan-fiction. Yes, this is not related to MapleStory.
Don't expect chapters too fast at once, I'm really going to give my best at this.
Prologue
A fresh summer breeze went through the market place of Natra, a relatively little city in the southwest of the continent. It was June, the sun was coming out of the places it hid over the winter and was shining down on the paved streets that were empty since market would start in two days.
A pretty young person, maybe seventeen years old, was sitting on the ledge of one of the windows in Natra's hotel. He wore a dark cloak with a faint blue glow as well as dark pants and a hat in a fitting colour. A sheath was hanging down his waist, an empty one, with the other hand, he was holding the sword and trying to flip away food rests that had landed between his teeth.
He was watching the market with his green eyes, waiting for something to happen. He knew they were going to prepare for the market today, and it was Thursday, the day when the most famous sellers from the Natra market bought their mystical or magic items that everyone was going crazy about.
The young swordsman wiped some raven-black, long hairs out of his face to be able to see the market place better. Someone was approaching it.
The market place was basically a huge, huge square with a few buildings here and there, and the hotel happened to be in the middle. Right now, it was empty except for random passerbys here and there, visiting the city from the little villages near. Suddenly a red haired, tall person with a briefcase caught his attention. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. He seemed to perfectly match the stereotype of a muscly subordinate running on minimum wage. That person looked around, searching for a specific person on the market place and eyed his briefcase nervously.
The swordsman, his name was Zack, ran his fingers over his sword. It was sharp... he loved the feeling of holding a weapon in his hands, he loved being able to defend himself. Especially against someone with muscles as huge as this one.
Then something else caught his attention.
Foster, the richest man in Natra, was walking right towards the living battering ram. Zack hopped off the window's ledge, falling two meters, then sheathing his sword and walking towards them as they started to talk to each other.
"... hurry, we could be watched." Foster spoke. He had bright brown hair with dark parts here and there, always wearing sunglasses and a tuxedo. And he was right, wasn't he? Zack smiled.
"Hey, why are you talking to him? We're supposed to hurry. Someone could watch us." Zack stated, trying to look as serious as possible.
"Who the hell are you?!" the mountain of muscles shouted.
"I might just ask you the same. Me and him are about to do business, I'm going to sell something to him, so hoosh, hoosh, get away." Zack smiled.
It worked. Foster and Fitboy, how Zack decided to call him, were totally confused. Zack had to grab the chance while it was there. "Okay, I see, this is a mess. Mr. Foster, we'll see if this person can tell you everything about the item you wanted to buy from MY boss. Come on! Scared? You should inform yourself before you tried to steal something like that."
"It's a golden ring with purple decorations that is said to have special powers."
"I don't think that is enough, do you, Mr. Foster?"
"No. Carry on. What are these special powers?"
"Well, not really much has been said about that, but some have said they have been disappearing from where they have been and appearing somewhere else."
Zack raised an eyebrow. Teleport? This ring was pretty interesting, but it surely would cost a lot of energy to pull that off.
"That seems to be right. What is wrong with him?" Foster asked, looking at Zack.
"If he is right, that would obviously mean that I am the fake one."
"Oh, yes, that's right! Well, thanks anyway, now I can be sure that he ain't a fake."
"Exactly. Goodbye!" Zack smiled, turning around and walking away, trying to walk as fast as possible without making them think he's running away.
"Wait..." Foster muttered. "You just gave him all the information on what I was buying. GET HIM!"
"But I'm not working for you. You'll have to pay me."
"How much?"
"Depends on how far he runs away."
"It's costing more and more! Get him finally!"
"No! I'm not doing your dirty work unpaid!"
Zack grinned. He got the information out of them as if they were little kids. And the day after tomorrow, he'd snatch the golden ring with purple decorations when the market place was full of salesmen and customers.