Six Fates

Chapter Eight

"Sir!Sir!Please wait!"Aife called out desperately to a wagon nearby. The inside of her lungs almost burned out at how high she shouted, that she held herself back for a bit. It was almost night,two to three dusklighters came out and painted the sky with a purple base, slightly tinted in orange. The air was a bit cold and her long dress was too flimsy and thin to properly cover her.
She rubbed her hands at the sides of her dress and quickly ran over to the man unloading all of the milk bowls at the milk station. He looked like he had finished off his day at work, giving Aife a perfect chance to approach him for a ride.

The streets were fairly quiet and all the shops were shut tightly. Only a few signs were wagging in the wind like vibrant flags. Most of the town's people went home for a hot cup of tea and biscuits coated in fresh caramel and blue fire syrup that helped relax their muscles. It was why Mirai would always bring one biscuit from Miss Charlotte to share with everyone. The comfort and taste of it made everyone forget about their problems, just how it made the girls forget about theirs.

After that long train of thought, Aife shook her head and came back to the present. She stopped still in front of a short man. His arms and hands were behind his back as he looked at the girl.

"How much for a ride to Sylvia?"Aife asked hastily to the wagon rider.

She observed the sharp,dark lines that were etched across his forehead and thought it was weird to see a wide array of wrinkles. One as a small circle, one short, one curved into a spiral and the other long.

He was just about to answer, until he made eye contact with Asher and gulped in fear.

"With them?"He asked as he pointed at the werejagguar and troll.Aife looked to the back and saw how Asher was flashing his teeth and claws, while Azrail practiced shooting arrows to a nearby wall.

Unfortunately, before Aife could speak, the wagon rider glanced back at the girls and said:
"Sorry ma'am, I don't take creatures. But, I can take you three " The corners of his mouth stretched up and he gave her a weird smile. His fingers tapped against the wood, as he waited for an answer.
Aife couldn't exactly assume what his intentions were and he didn't offer a ride to all of them. So, she decided to not agree with him.

"No thanks " she quickly replied and moved a few steps back.

"Your loss. I'm sure we would have had a lovely time together " He said as the white glow in his eyes dimmed.
The wagon rider jumped up on his wagon and pulled back the ropes, riding off to the next town.

"That man disgusts me"Asher said.

"Well, how do you think we will get there? We can't possibly walk on foot. What should we do now?"Rainey interrupted.

At this rate, none of them would go anywhere.

Azrail noticed how desperate everyone was and looked over to both of his sides, until he spotted a wooden box lying on the ground. It was drenched in wet mud and there were pieces of mold inside of it.

He could still hear Rainey's footsteps walking back and forth repeatedly and the voices of Asher, Aife and Mirai towering over it. He looked at the box and at his backpack. The first thing that Azrail took out was a small little rat and the next thing he took was four bright red wheels. Suddenly, his grey, foggy eyes sparkled brightly and silver-grey dust bursted out of his troll-like hand, covering the entire box.

Azrail felt proud of his new design and ran over to others immediately. He could just say that he found everything in his backpack. Half of it was true anyways.

"Who said we can walk, when I have a wagon right here."Azrail stated loudly when he reached them and pointed to a freshly, painted wagon standing behind him.