1 The First Chapter~

Dear Reader, it is best that you believe me when I say that I have considered this tale a tragedy. But I shan't spoil a tale such as this, if the outcome you find to be joyful, then leaving you in the dark is the best option. Apologies for any inconveniences.

It began as the waves crashed behind the fatigued crowd, the scorching heat pressed against the buyers. To be in this current situation sounds like a chore, the sand scraping your toes and the air burning your nose and lungs.

Whom I presumed was the auctioneer, glared at all the buyers from his stage. He gave them all a face that would be equivalent to a disappointed kindergarten teacher. The smell might've been distracting, but the sorrowful looks on everyone couldn't escape the eyes of the auctioneer.

"Me Apologies to everyone, I had to think of what the next item be." The Auctioneer hollered out, the way he spoke sounded a bit nasal and gross.

The expressions of the buyers changed, they all edged in closer in unison as they then took a couple of steps back, he carefully inched his hand in his satchel.

I was honestly disappointed when I found out what was in his purse, maybe my expectations were too high when he yelled in valor and pulled out a scepter that radiated royal gold.

Stars shined bright in their eyes, they gawked in awe at the royal item in hand.

"King Luther's forgotten scepter, a gift from he to the Myrefalls. Then finally to yers truly," The auctioneer chuckled a bit more and held up two fingers,

"This ole treasure from Chrylotine be fetched at a hefty price of 20 sillow!"

"That's too much, ya gimp!"

To my disappointment, once again. A man in vermillion walked in strides, after his announcement. He made his way towards the stage and leaned on it.

I felt for the auctioneer as he groaned and glared at the man approaching, he squatted down and said:

"Well~ looks like you have a lot in common with these folk around you."

The man expressed his anger towards him, he glared at him while backing away from the stage, "Common folk? Why you yourself look like you fit in with these commoners." The man sneered at the auctioneer.

Some of the buyers pushed the man out of the way. Some of the other members of the crowd didn't take lightly to his very shameful words.

"Oh me apologies lass, I thought ye were one of them." The auctioneer mocked the man, he held up two fingers and yelled, "20 sillow people, where are we at?"

The mess was to behold, purses and coin bags were being held in the air. A dull harmony could be heard if you listened closely through all the shouting. The man, in confusion, pushed his way through the crowd. sweat and sand stuck to his flesh. With the sun beating him down, he finally made it towards one of the stables.

"25 sillow!"

"No, 30!"

"We have 30 sillow going once!"

"I have 35!"

"35 sillow going once!"

This repetitive cycle continued, I bored myself to an almost deep slumber. Listening to the crowd as they shouted numbers and nonsense. The auctioneer enjoyed himself, chuckling to himself, savoring the moment of a huge crowd.

45, 50, 60, 75. The numbers kept getting higher and higher, some of the buyers left while others stood by and watched the chaos ensue.

"85 going once, we have 85, anyone wanna take it higher?" The Auctioneer scanned the crowd and watched the remains of the buyers shout and yell, people holding their bags high in the air.

"And, so-"

"10 aurum." To my knowledge, the man interrupted the auctioneer rudely. He held up his coin sack and shook it gently. The angelic harmony the coins made was quite pleasant.

Everyone, including the auctioneer and I, were in awe. He stammered a bit before saying:

"I- I uh, 10 aurum going once?"

Nothing but murmurs between the crowd, the man stood proud and tall.

"Going twice?"

The man started to make his way towards the stage. The crowd separated for him.

"20 aurum!"

The crowd gasped again, the man stopped in his tracks and scanned the area.

"Who said that? Where did he come from? Why are they ruining everything?" The man thought to himself.

The auctioneer was smiling ear to ear, he held the scepter in both hands, and continued:

"20 aurum going once?"

"30 aurum!" The man objected

"30 aurum going once!"

Again, the mysterious individual spoke:

"35 aurum!"

The man's face matched the color of his jacket, he clenched his fist and pushed his way towards the stage.

The man looked to the sky to see the auctioneer looking down at him, the second-hand embarrassment I felt.

"40 aurum, I have had enough of this insolent and stupid auction already. Just gimme the damn scepter already!"

He scoffed and replied to the man with his armed crossed:

"Now hold on sonny, the way yer dressed tells me that youse been to plenty of these parties, but more fancier and richer. But now yer actions tell me otherwise." The Auctioneer squatted down and glared at the man, "youse act like a child."

The man rudely threw his coin bag at the feet of the auctioneer and solemnly spoke:

"Look, if you wanna act professional, then cut the words old man and gimme the scepter."

The Auctioneer groaned and shared the same feelings as I did, he stood silent in his head till:

"45 aurum!"

The man scanned the crowd again while the auctioneer threw the scepter at the floor.

What's left of the crowd separated, leaving only the man and another buyer.

"You, what's your name?" He said to the other buyer

He approached the buyer and towered over. Below him stood a yellowish skinned man with a slight point to his ears. He wore a contagious smirk and glaring daggers for eyes. His grungy face and scruff made him a lot older than the way he spoke.

His clothes had seen better days, holes and stains litter the vest he wore along with his trousers. An empty dagger sheathe rested on the right of his hip while his undone undershirt bared a stained white.

"Lose the smirk and tell me your name."

"Boris, Borrison Fen, or just Boris, " Boris obviously said to the man, firmly holding his hand out while looking directly into his eyes, "mister…?"

"Hugo, Hugo Ebner."