The Immortal Curse

Chapter Seven: Fairies and Slaves

Devon's POV

Well, there goes my good deed of the year.

Taking a bite out of my granny smith I had just bought a few minutes ago, I savored the sourness as  I continued to roam around aimlessly through the market. Unconsciously keeping an eye out for something entertaining .

The hustle and bustle was a bit more energetic compared to our last docking here, the air was  practically buzzing with excitement. But who could blame them, the items for sale were practically shimmering. Especially since the merchants were going full blast with their advertisements and haggling.

'Apples!!! Get your apples!!! Fresh juicy apples!!!'

'No, two silver coins and no less. This is from India!!! Do you know how hard it is to export from there? This is gold quality!!!'

'Hey you, the pretty lady over there. Yeah you. You in need of some luck? I have some charms here that just might do the trick.'

'Why yes indeed, this carpet was weaved from the finest of threads, weaved by the masters of the trade from the land of deserts. Since you know how priceless this is I'll give you a discount! Hurry, this deal is only for you.'

Trying to drown out the noise I focused my senses into my eye, drinking in all of the colors and forms of different things I may or may not have seen before, exotic or plain.

Anything you might want or need, you could find it here.

Speaking of needs.

I need to buy some herbs for my wounds.

I cant just keep it tetanus free using alcohol as an antiseptic forever.

Walking into a quiet side street, away from the hustle and bustle of lively vendors. I ventured to the more tame side of commerce on this port. The street was relatively quiet except for the occasional flutter of a birds wings. Shops were generally closed spare for the few shops that were open only to air out the smells of the day before. This side of town was particularly deserted during daytime hours, only truly coming alive when the sun decides to give way to the moon.

 I believe in lay mans term this was called the red light district. But in general I would like to point out that this entire port was already corrupted, not only in this district. After all, they say that the longer you let the weeds grow, the deeper it's roots go.

Stopping in front of shop with pristine glass windows and a faded wooden sign I was very familiar with, I began walking to the entrance.

Once I opened the door, the bells over head chimed alerting the old woman behind the counter.

Upon seeing me the old Asian lady smiled widely.

"Well look who dropped by to visit." she grinned as she walked out the counter, arm stretched out open wide, to give me a hug.

"Hello Diana, how was your day?" I say as I adjusted the sleeves of my shirt unsure how to act, she has always been a warm character to me. That alone made it painfully obvious how I struggled with acts of warmth as it was very foreign to me.

Quickly giving her an awkward hug, I patted her back lightly.

"A bit slow to be honest. Forget that, how are you? Did you get new injuries? Scars? Missing organs?" she questioned me as she began to circle my body in an inspection, lifting my arms every now and then. Her nose crinkling up ever so slightly every time she squinted.

Grasping the end of my shirt, she began to lift it up but I stopped her.

"A few here in there. The salve you gave me ran out a few months ago." I say as i took a step back for good me