Chapter 3 - Alot To Discover

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Eyes blinked, seeing the sun shine through the windows, blinding his sight. Xander sat up, seeming curious what today would bring, as everyday always had something new to offer.

As he was about to stand up, Cinder opened the door. "Hey, come on get up we have to go to the market for some of your things" He barked, walking right outside.

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As they went on to go to the market, Xander was following Cinder closely, brimming with excitement.

They walked on, stepping on muddy soil. Seeing a village with many tents in the horizon, Xander bolted, laughing loudly while Cinder was left trailing behind, sighing ofì his foolishness.

Slowing down, they both eventually have reached the market, marveling of the many creatures, varities and things he has never seen before.

"Whoa. What is that?" Xander was pointing to one stall, enamoured by a bottle on a shelf, glowing blindingly bright as the sun.

"A star." Cinder answered, browsing the other items, looking for the things they needed.

"But, how?" Xander tilted his head, raising his eyebrows.

"Well they simply extract it. Aha!" Cinder exclaimed, lifting up a bottle and a small chest. Cinder carried the items, Xander closely following.

"What do you need a bottle and a chest for?" Xander asked confusedly.

"Not any ordinary chest. It's a chest that can hold many large items, yet is travel size." He held up his hand, a chest the size of his palm rests there.

"Ohh okay." He nodded in understanding.

In truth, he really didn't know how it works. Or how it was contained when it's so small, but nonetheless, he was intrigued.

They skim through the market, Xander looking around excitedly, then he suddenly bumps into someone.

"Oof"

A grunt left Xander and a girl yelped.
Xander abruptly stood and started apologizing.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry really."
He leaned down, offering a hand to the girl.

Wow..she's pretty..

"Oh no, it's fine..wait. You look new here." She mentioned, standing up.

Xander's eyes widened. "Uhm yes. Although i'm really sorry." He mumbled looking down.

"It's fine, really." She waved off. "What brings you here?"

"O-oh uhm we wanted to buy something." He stuttered, distractedly pointing to Cinder, mesmerized by her beauty.

"Ah." She chuckled. "May I know your name then?"

She asked, but Xander was hypnotised. Eyes sparkling as he stared at her.

"Pretty.."  He mumbled under his breath, yet she still heard it.

She blushed a little, waving it off.

"Your name is pretty?" An amused look was plastered on her face, paired with a raised eyebrow, breaking Xander out of his reverie and further flustering him.

"N-no. Uhm it's Xander. Xander Danvie." He spoke, looking away, hoping to hide his blush.

"Nice to meet you Xander." She smiled.

"I'm Phschea. Phschea Renity." She reached out her hand.

He returned the handshake, loving how warm her hand was. A cozy, fluttery feeling settling in his stomach.

"Phschea.." he muttered, trying her name out. Turns out he liked how her name rolled off his tounge effortlessly.

"Xander! We have to go!"

He looked back, seeing Cinder from afar, waving his hand.

He turned back to Phschea. "Oh. I'm sorry, I have to go."

She nodded, smiling. "Alright. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah..I'll see you around!"

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The objects made a loud thunk as it hit the wooden table. "Thank God that's over." A pile was on top of the table. Food, clothes, a bottle and the small chest were toppled over eachother.

Cinder walked closely to the table, gently taking the bottle in his mouth, then turning away to go to the room.

"Don't touch this, alright?"

The sentence came out garbled as the bottle was still in his mouth.

Xander just hummed and grabbed the food and clothes, putting them in their place.

As Xander finished, he dived for his bed, it creaking and bouncing in response. He sighed, thinking over the day, wondering yet again what was to happen tomorrow.


Word Count: 691

A/N: Dudeeeee...this was short but i'll try to make it longer in the next chapter.
Hope you enjoyed it! (even though it's bad)

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