The Third Eye (#1)

18. Alexander

Anthony swings open the golden doors he had disappeared through fifteen minutes ago. As soon as he walks through the aisle the previous talkative crowd falls silent. During his absence we all spent majority of the time in heated discussions about the battle between him and Constance and when we thought Constance would come around again. I couldn't help my mind from wandering during most of these conversations however.

Is Constance okay? She took such a beating from that fight...

What did Anthony mean by her being nothing like her father. Who is he?

I chuckle to myself lightly, Constance would probably hit me if she knew how much I was thinking about her right now.

Nevermind that.

She'd definitely hit me.

Anthony looks over the crowd causing the tension in the air to build up with each passing moment until finally he coughs to clear his throat attracting our attentions to him immediately.

"So." He begins, "That wasn't today's original plan."

Confusion arises amongst the group as we look around at each other to see if anybody knew what he was trying to convey by that.

"Calm down, you might actually enjoy this." Noticing us ease ourselves he continues to speak, "I'm taking you to Mystic Market."

Mystic Market? I internally question feeling as though my life was slowing turning more and more into a shonen anime.

"A few of you may already be acquainted with the place, but for the rest of you it will be a new opportunity for you to browse the goods and possibly even find yourselves items you'd like to purchase in the future." Anthony explains while the gears in my head begin to turn as I try to envision the market within my head.

I feel an elbow nudge me and avert my attention to the girl Dianne who I exchanged words with during Anthony and Constance's brawl earlier.

She whispers lowly enough for only I to hear, "Mystic Market is connected to the castle, it's a marketplace where the lower class of The Eye dream of making it to. Consider it, this world's middle class."

"Thank you." I say with a small smile as I nod my head in understanding as I process this information to recreate a new image of the place.

"You're worried." She murmurs and my eyes shoot open in confusion as I turn my head to face her completely.

Her hazel eyes stare ahead at Anthony who is droning on about the various places in the market but my attention is focused on Dianne in the moment.

"I'm sorry but what?" I question while trying to keep my voice low, afraid of angering Anthony like Constance had.

She lets out a brief chuckle before bring her hand to her mouth to muffle the sound,

"About her."

Constance?

"H-huh?"

She smirks seemingly amused by my confusion, "It's written all over your face. You've been worried about her this entire morning, but even more so now."

Feeling embarrassed by her ability to read my mood I fruitlessly try to argue, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Another soft chuckle escapes her lips, "It's alright, she's cute and got one hell of an attitude. I understand."

"I don't understand!" I accidentally yell louder than intended causing the people in front of us to whip around and stare directly at me.

More importantly, I feel Anthony's glacial stare glaring into me, and I feel my soul start to leave my body from the tension he was outputting.