Star and Mago

Pouring Rain

A girl named Mago is on her way back home from a long day of searching a job in the city capital. It was a month since she move into a small house to live by herself and start saving for her future or create her future perhaps. Her parents give her enough amount for her to start. It was indeed tiring to walk around almost half the city capital of Gelfred and getting same line, "We will contact you once everything finalized." That sounds like a promise that will definitely not going to happen and she has to land a job soon to sustain her living. She only got a few amount to support her for a month or two and she cannot keep on asking her parents for help again when she owe them already. Her train of thought was suddenly cut when the bus stop to her destination. "Pixey Town! We're here." The bus driver shouted a little too loud to call the passengers that they can take off now. "Thanks!" she said before stepping out of the bus. The driver just smile to her and left.

The road to her town had a grand entrance of line up tall healthy trees the provide good shade during noontime with beautiful flowers beneath it. She loves to walk the path, feel the cool breeze, listening to the happy chirp of the small birds hopping from branches to another, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the smell of flowers around that calm her nerves. Though today, the sky turns gray and the wind is a bit different than the daily one. Mago thought it will rain in a short while so she hurriedly walk home. She doubled her usual stride and finally just in time she got home when the pouring rain decided to work it's way. She drop her bag in the floor next to a couch and she settled in for a while sitting and listening to the rhythm of the rain. Her she was again, procrastinating time and was lost in her thoughts just like that. She loves to be alone and she doesn't want to talk to a lot that is why she decided to move by her own. Home alone at last. "Humnn...what else can I do in this life? I found it pretty boring. Is there any interesting stuff to do in this life?" she blurted to her own self. If she's not doing painting, she draw something, she write poems, she sings out loud feeling like a rockstar imaginary playing an imaginary guitar or feeling like in a concert, dancing, watching TV or watching her favorite anime. That's her life. If not because of her growling tummy she will just sit or maybe lay down and fall asleep for the rest of the day but she finally decided and stands up and do the cooking. That's the life of our simpleton 24 years old Mago Pucharine.

A five footer girl. Petite, with bangs and long brown straight hair and cute face with angelic voice that she's too lazy to use. A cute mute.

After cooking, she ate dinner alone off course. She might be weird but she's fine being alone and wasn't bother about it at all. She clean up her kitchen, took a bath, wear her comfortable shirts paired with shorts and sits on the floor and starts to draw in her sketch pad.

Under the pouring rain, darkness and coldness, a wounded man walk a path somewhere in a foreign place. He's too tired and weak but he let his instinct works and follow it. He does not have an idea what he is doing in that place, he can't remember anything. His clothes are ripped. He got wounds and bruises almost all over his body. He's praying that he might get help somewhere.

Wet, weak, tired, hungry and cold. That's how he felt and he finally spot a house that has it's light turned on unlike the other houses he passed through. He knock hoping someone is still awake during those hour. After a couple of knocks a shadow moves from the inside towards the door and before he loses consciousness, he caught a pretty face staring at him in boredom. He is sure she just gave him an eye-roll.

Mago was staring to a beat up guy knocking in her door and he passed out after a couple of minutes. She look around outside her neighborhood if there are people awake but it seems she's the only one awake that time. Looking back to the laying stranger in her front door, a lot of questions kicks in. She drag him slowly by his arm inside enough to close her front door. He is quite heavy but that's to be expected for a six footer guy. Good thing he's not bulky or she might have difficulties moving him. Realizing he is soaking wet from the rain, she leave him to get some spare clothes. Her favorite men clothes she'd like to wear when she felt like she's one of the men. She even got some boxers she never wear. That boxers are supposed to be her birthday present to one of her friend but looks like it won't be a gift anymore. She bring a face towel and a bath towel along with the clothes and a first aid kit to the living room where the stranger lay unconsciously. She leave the stuff in the near seat and she get some lukewarm water in a small basin and soak the face towel. When she gets back to him, she slowly clean him up being careful not to put force to the visible wounds. After a clean up, she put patches to the wounds and change him with dry and clean clothes.

Mago has been trained as first aider once by a doctor in a military base before. Good thing there's no serious damage to be found in the man's body. She used her very strength to get the guy into the couch to get a little comfort while gaining his strength back at least. She turned off the main lights in the room and turned on the warm dim light and leave her door to her room open. When she gets back to what she's doing before the guy arrived, she spot a job hiring in the newspaper laying flat in her study table. She gets a marker and circle the article and fold the newspaper making sure the table are neat and clean before going to bed and sleep.