Heart of Silver

𝕊𝕚𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 (Part 2)

It was early morning by the time Tylia had made it to Kinston, and the sun was barely beginning to make its grand appearance in the show that was called the day. She was traipsing through the city, knowing that she had plenty of time to kill Theo, and decided that she would go to the market today. Before that though, she was starved, so she got out some of her rations, and found herself a nice place to eat. She bought a freshly baked loaf of bread, and some jam to eat along with it. She walked over to a shady area to eat. Aside from the bread and jam, she grabbed a banana out of her pack. Tylia smeared some jam on the bread and began to feast. Well, her version of one anyways. With her mouth dry from the doughy bread, she took a swig of water, and ate her banana. When she was finished, she stood up and walked into the warm Autumn sun, and a cool breeze gently guided her forward. Step by step, the young Enforcer made her way to the market in search of a new sketchpad.

All the colors and smells of the market always overwhelmed Tylia in the best way possible. There were children running around, giggling. She spied couples strolling through, looking for decorations. One of the children ran into her, a little girl, no more than twelve. She ran away, throwing a hasty apology over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes at the insolent child, then found herself smiling. It was everything compared to the musty, bland colored den that she lived in. Tylia walked up and down the different rows of the streets, looking at all the wondrous different things ranging from hand-knit sweaters, to butcher knives. Although tempted to buy all of it, she had her sights set on a sketchpad. She had almost given up hope on finding one, when she spotted a small white tent up ahead. She probably would have missed it if she didn't know to look thoroughly. This was the only good thing that had come from being sold to a crime lord. She casually strolled over to the small shop, and began inspecting the different options.
"Hello miss. Can I help you?" The old shopkeeper said, taking a few steps to get over to her.

"I don't think so, just looking at your sketchbooks." She offered him a tender smile, and went back to inspecting them all.

"Just so you know, all of these are handmade, so they might be a little pricier than you're used to."

"That's okay. Just looking at how gorgeous these are is enough for me."

"What a kind young lady!" The old man exclaimed. "And so pretty too. I suppose I could offer you a discount if I were to know that you'd take good care of it." He raised an eyebrow at her. She simply stared at him, not knowing if he was telling the truth or not. Tylia just decided to pretend she didn't hear him. He waddled away, grumbling about how disrespectful the youth of these days were. A couple of minutes later, Tylia found a stunning journal, with a blue cover with little orchids and peonies engraved onto it. It had a connected sun and moon in the middle, and it made her feel a strange sense of deja vu. She simply brushed it off, and turned to the shopkeeper.

"How much is this one?"

"Huh? Oh that one? Five silver pieces." That took her aback. This beautiful work of art, for only five silver pieces? He must be crazy! It didn't matter much to Tylia though, as she wasn't about to say something.

"I'll get it then." She handed the old man the book, and began rummaging through her bag to get her money. When she couldn't immediately find it, the shopkeeper began tapping his foot.

"You better not be trying to scam me out of that silver, little missie." he said, sounding agitated.

"I swear I put it in here." Her palms were beginning to get clammy, her heartbeat picking up. "I promise you I can pay for it. Just- just give me a few minutes." As she was thinking back to where she could have put her money, she remembered bumping into a little girl, and remembered watching the brat run away giggling.

"I think someone stole my money earlier. But if you give me a few days, I can come back and pay for it!"
"Oh don't bother, you're kind doesn't pay us back. They lie and deceive, until we finally figure them out. Get out of my shop. Now." His voice was so full of rage, and Tylia couldn't quite tell if it was towards her, or if he was reminiscing on the past. But it didn't explain what he meant by 'her kind'.

"What do you mean by my kind?" She said, struggling to keep the anger out of her voice.

"You magical freaks. Even when you're a part of the Lionhearts, you're all the same. Traitorous, lying, thieves." He spat out, those last three words pointed at someone who wasn't there.

"Fine! Keep your dumb book! I don't want it anyways!" She began to walk away, fists clenched at her sides. For Trite's sake, she really wanted that blasted sketchbook. Tylia was about to be away from the evil old man, when she heard a voice cry out.

"Wait! I'll just pay for her." That got her to turn her head, and when she looked back to see who the mysterious figure was, her blood turned to ice. 

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