the Callens: Story Of Matt

No. 4 Nothing is free, Dammit

This book, is part of a series the Callens by M.A.D. writers.
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My head was spinning very fast. I was feeling a number of emotions. But it all came to a halt when I saw the town.
No, the town wasn't anything special.
Just your medieval age houses that you see in movies.

I wasn't paying much attention to smaller details. Not, because I didn't want to but because if I did, my brain started to freeze.
There were just 8 to 9 houses rounded in a circle And in the middle of the circle was a fountain.
I had seen this fountain before.
This was the thing that caught my attention.
I walked towards it. Just to confirm what I was seeing.
Now I was infront of it. Practically staring at it, completely ignoring the guy who was next to the fountain.
It wasn't much of a fountain.
More like the structure I had seen when I got teleported here.

"This is the Altar of Healings." The Guy told me.
"You are a callen, aren't ya?" He asked.
"Not again..." I thought,
I wasn't ready for another fight.
" How the heck does everyone know that I am a Callen." I thought.
It really bothered me.
"Relax punk, not gonna fight you" he told me.
It was like he was reading my mind,
But hearing that was a huge relief.
"How did you-" I tried to ask him.
"Oh, it's just the way you were staring at the altar." He explained.
"And that glossy shield stuck on your left hand, nothing else." He assured me.
Oh, well one of my questions was answered but I had many more questions I my mind.
"I want some answers" I told him
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**Grummmp**

My stomach growled.
"Sure kid" he smirked, "come along"
And he started walking towards one of the houses.
I wasn't sure about following this guy. Counting on my luck, this guy would've been more trouble, but I ended up following him.

The guy took me a cottage ( atleast that's what it looked like, from outside.) Which was actually a bar. It was filled with drunkards. Making noises, bluffing, fighting each other. Normal things people do in a tavern.
The guy took me to an empty table near the serving bar.
" Just wait a sec" saying this he disappeared in what I thought was the kitchen.

I looked around the tavern.
Almost everything was made up of wood. From the creaky wooden flooring. The dusty walls to the tables and benches people were sitting on.
There was just a small window. Out of everyone's sight. Probably a psychological design choice to keep customers inside. The room was dimly lit with four filament bulbs hanging from the ceiling.
I heard some people talking.
It caught my interest because they were talking something about callens.
"Man, are they annoying" the first one said,
"I robbed one yesterday" another said,
"Meh, that's nothing I killed one of thise pesky callens." Third bragged,
I considered running.
I was terrified, the possibility I was trying to ignore was now looking real.
Could, this guy have planned on killing me all along?
"Ignore em" said a familiar voice "they're just bluffing"
"They do a lot when they're drunk" the guy explained. Putting two plates of burgers on the table.

*Gulp*

Sure, I was hungry. But taking food from an complete stranger..
I looked at the plate, the soft seasame bun, crisp lettuce and juicy patty were looking scrumptious.
" Eat up" he told me " we both know you are hungry"
And in mere seconds I gulped down the burger which was surprisingly belly warming, I was no longer hungry.
Next to my plate was a glass filled with black liquid which I thought was liqour.
"Um, I'm a minor" I told him "I can't drink."
By this time, the bar was almost empty. People were heading out. The guy, who was bartender was cleaning a fancy glass laughed at my comment.
"It's the holy water" he told me "helps in healing"
Now I was even more confused,
"isn't the holy water supposed to be pure?" I thought,