Short Stories

Tyson - The Third of the Seven

"If we don't receive the merchandise soon," He chuckled. "Well, there are things worse than death."

    He threw me on the ground, broken nose and all, and left with his three lackeys.

    My name is Tyson. As far as I know, I don't have a last name, since I've grown up on the streets of the third kingdom all my life. At the moment, it looked like my life would end up pretty depressingly short.

    I climbed to my feet, leaning against the rough brick wall behind me, and felt around.

    By the way, I'm blind, and I also have magic, but everyone does. When I'm "feeling around", it's not with my hands. It's with my magic. I can sense people coming with it.

    There were two people coming. I slowly made my way to the nearest alleyway. Maybe they would have some money on them. Even if they didn't, I had to try. Like Jack had said, there were things worse than death.

    "Well, the dress is a bit impractical," said a male voice.

    A male voice from the first kingdom.

    Whatever hesitation I'd had before about mugging these two idiots suddenly evaporated. The first kingdom deserved obliteration. I took out the gun.

    "Oh, really?" said a girl. "And what do you suggest I do about it? Go home and change?"

    I couldn't help smirking. Nice move, Princess.

    "Well . . . maybe you could trade it for something else?" The boy said.

    He was close. Just a few steps away.

    Three steps. I adjusted the barrel of the gun.

    Two. I cocked it.

    One.

    BANG!!!

    The girl screamed, and the boy fell to the ground with nothing more than a gasp. I sensed something suddenly appear in front of me and flinched before I realized that it was no more than a magic shield.

    The girl's voice rang out again. "Oh my gosh! Jayden!"

    I heard a croak, and grinned my very best evil grin.

    "Wait," said the girl. "What happened to you?"

    Croak

    I had to interject here. I mean, I was pretty sure what I'd done, but not 100% positive, since I couldn't exactly see anything.

    "So . . . He's a frog now, right?"

    She turned on me, suddenly fuming.

    "What?! What do you mean by that?! You're the one who did it to him!"

    I shrugged and walked out of the shadows of the alley. "You can never be too sure."

    The girl gasped. "Oh! Are you okay? Wait, no! No, I'm mad at you right now! You turned Jayden into a frog. I'm mad. Yes."

    I raised an eyebrow. "What's a little princess like you doing with a swine like that?"

    She huffed. "He's not a swine. He's just a little ragged, and you can't bla-"

    "He's from the first kingdom," I growled. "You're lucky that's all I did." I pointed in the direction of the frog.

    There was a pause, and I began to grow uncomfortable. Then I heard another croak, coming from a direction that my finger was not pointing. I closed my useless eyes, sighing in resignation, and leaned up against the wall behind me. So much for intimidation.