Lost (Trequel to "Sight")

Anvils, Armor, and Axes

The inside of the shop wasn't very big. Or maybe it just looked that way because of all the different items that laid all around. Axes, swords, daggers, and spears. There was such a large variety of weapons. Which ones would be the best?

Rose recalled that Oskar had taken all of their weapons before putting them in the cell-- meaning that they all needed new weapons. She wasn't sure they had enough money for that. I mean, sure, they packed some money for a week's worth of food and all, but definitely not for eight different weapons.

She'd considered asking Rufus for help again. But he was already buying rooms for them at a pub. She didn't want to bother him anymore with paying for them. They'd just have to find a way to make up for the money.

Rufus walked up to the counter, in which a young woman had her back turned to him, cleaning a sword with a dirty cloth. She turned around with an emotionless expression. "Rufus. What can I do for you?" She had a french accent.

This woman had cherry brown hair that went even below her waist, falling over her shoulders. Her skin was darker and flecked with freckles. She wore a sleeveless shirt that was frilly and white. A black band wrapped around her middle, and she wore dark gray pants. But the most amazing thing was her eyes. While one was brown, the other was a startling green. She had heterochromia. And it was quite beautiful.

"Yvette, I'd like you to meet Rose and Varian." The blonde motioned to the two teens. Varian nervously smiled as Rose waved enthusiastically. "They need some weapons. They're going after a-- and I quote -- 'really evil dude.'"

"'Really evil dude', eh?" She eyed the two teens. "What're a couple of teenagers doing fighting someone like that?"

"Oh, we have some friends with us," Rose explained. "There's about six outside."

"Oh mon Dieu!" Yvette exclaimed. "Well, I guess you have plenty of people, then. Eight against one!"

"Yeah, about that." Rose anxiously wrung her hands. "He has the Heirloom."

"The Heirloom?" Yvette gaped. "Oh, that's not good. Not good at all."

"So, do you have any good weapons that we could use against him?" Varian inquired.

"Oh, I have incredible weapons. But against someone with the Heirloom... I don't know about that."

The two teens slouched. "So, there's no way to defeat him."

"Well... I wouldn't say no way. Impossible n'est pas français. But, you have to remember that the Heirloom gives him special powers. Invincibility, and fear strikes anyone that's within his range. You'd have to find a way to distract him to grab his necklace."

"He's still pretty good at fighting, though," Rose told her. "So we'd still need something if we get the Heirloom off him."

Yvette walked out from behind the counter, striding up to a table full of weapons. "Well, I certainly have a large variety."

"Do you have a bow?" Rose asked, rubbing her shoulder, in which her bow would usually sit.

"Do I have bows?" Yvette scoffed with a smile. She walked up to a wall covered in shelves. And those shelves were covered in bows. "Which one do you like?"

Rose stared in awe at the many, many bows. "They're all so amazing! Did you make them all yourself?"

"Oui," Yvette responded with a smirk.

Rose observed each bow. But one in particular caught her eye. It had dark wood with a grip for her hand that felt as if it was made for her. A quiver of arrows sat next to it, a perfect shade of forest green. The arrows inside were slim but deadly sharp. And the feathers on the end were a dark gray.

She took the bow off the shelf, and grabbed one of the arrows. She knocked the arrow into place and tried pulling it back. It was perfect.

"How much for the bow and quiver?" Rose asked.

"Eight gold coins," Yvette told her.

Rose rummaged through her satchel. She had fifteen gold coins left. "Okay." She handed the lady the eight coins.

"Merci," Yvette thanked her with a slight nod to her head. "What about you?" she asked Varian.

"Oh, no weapons for me. I've got all I need right here." He patted his belts that contained multiple belts and alchemy orbs.

"Alright," Yvette said. "What about your other friends? Surely they'll want something, too."

"Right!" Rose said. "Here, we'll exit, then let two more people in. Then we can keep doing that until everyone has what they want."

"Sounds good," Yvette said. "Au revoir, then."

"Bye!" Rose waved at the woman, before walking out of the shop, Varian and Rufus right behind her.

"Ooh, nice bow," Olympia said, motioning to the bow that rested on Rose's shoulder.

"Thanks!" Rose exclaimed. "Now, two more people can go in and get a weapon of their choice. Then we'll keep circling through groups. So, who wants to go next?"

. . .

Not too long after, everyone had gotten new weapons. Splash and Viper got tiny daggers (Splash kept his in a holster, while Viper kept his in his boot), Olympia and Nova also chose a bow, Ulla took a spear-- which could shrink down in size, -- and Kenny picked a sword. Pretty much all of their money was gone now, but it was worth it, if it meant getting rid of Oskar.

The teens thanked Yvette and Rufus for all their help, before heading off to the pub in which Rufus had bought them rooms. So much had happened these past few days. Oskar had kidnapped them, then formed the Heirloom, then killed Rae, and now they were in another kingdom, getting weapons for their revenge.

After getting a little bit to eat, they all headed off to their designated rooms. But sleep didn't come to Rose. She had too many emotions running through her. Grief, terror, and adrenaline were just a few. There was no way she'd be able to sleep tonight.

Instead, she grabbed her new, sleek bow and quiver and headed outside. She knocked an arrow, then steadied her breathing. Eventually, she let the arrow go, letting it zoom into an apple hanging from a nearby tree. The apple fell to the ground, the arrow pierced straight through it.

But Rose hadn't pictured herself shooting an arrow into an apple. She'd pictured that apple as Oskar's head.

Oskar better get ready. Because tomorrow, they were all coming for him-- with no mercy.