The Wanderer

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She opened her eyes and saw Zie in front of her. "Zie. Where's Auntie?," Tasha said.

"Tasha? Oh, you're awake. Jesse's outside, he's waiting for you," Wendy stated.

She was shocked. She didn't expect her very good friend to be waiting for her outside. Tasha ran to the front door and indeed, she saw her very good friend.

"Jesse, what are you doing here?," Tasha walked to him. "We have work," Jesse said.

"What? I'm not yet ready. Why, what's your plan?," Tasha asked.

"We are going to find that place you were looking for. That one uncertain place you wanted to explore. I'll help you," Jesse said.

"Seriously? How about Aunt Wendy? I bet it's gonna be a long way. And, it will take days, we might not be able to come back," Tasha worried.

"It's okay, darling. I have to accept it. You have to wander off and follow your heart. Here, I prepared your bag already. Now get those feet walking to the bathroom! love you so much," Wendy hugged her niece.

"Thank you, Aunt Wendy. Rock it like an auntie."

The two started their journey, starting from the end of the town.  "Are you sure we're gonna do this?," Tasha checked her compass.

"Yup, you can do it. You're a wanderer," Jesse said.

"Why can't you stop calling me that?,"

"You see, I've been studying about this for a couple of weeks now. You're more than just a girl who likes to walk and sell stuff. You're a wanderer," Jesse said as the two passed by the beach they found the day before.

"What 'wanderer'? I wander. I explore. What's so special about that?," Tasha asked.

"No, you got me wrong. Wanderer doesn't mean you JUST WALK. It means you have powers," Jesse answered.

"Yeah, right. Like, I can start moving stuff and float like heroes now?," Tasha smirked.

"Blah, blah, blah. Tasha, you know I'm serious, right?," Jesse stopped walking.

"I know," Tasha said,"My aunt told me like four years ago. We have this special thing passed on from generation to generation. They call us wanderers. It's usual for us to walk and discover places yet unseen. But, there's always this place we have not been to since we started. It's the Vi-",

"Vinstropolis," Jesse stated.

"How did you know?," Tasha asked. "My father is a Mades," Jesse looked down.

"Your father... is a Mades?," Tasha's eyes grew. "Yeah. But, you know I'm not, right?," Jesse held Tasha's hand.

"Umm... yeah. Sure," Tasha turned away, and pulled her hands from Jesse.

They went on with their journey, and they arrived at a local bar. "How could there be a bar here?," Jesse wondered.

They curiously entered the bar. "Maybe we can have a glass of water," Tasha said.

On one corner, bearded men were betting on either a turtle or a snail would go faster. On the other side, there were dartboards and a drunk man tried to hit the bullseye as people watch and laugh. While Tasha and Jesse were drinking, they spotted this unusual man sitting all alone,