Hero?

This is why I don't like children, they always get themselves into trouble. I don't want to ruin my good name…I mean…I definitely don't want this child getting hurt. Yeah yeah, that's it. The kid is going full speed with a small twig towards the 10-story high slime. I sigh, put away my wings and dive down. Just before I hit the ground, I put back out my wings and swoop the kid up in a bride carry. I fly upwards making a safe distance away from the slime.

"What were you thinking? If I didn't save you, you would have been killed." I may have spoken a bit too harshly as the kid, who looked like a 7 year-old boy, started to tear up. "Look, I'm sorry I said it like that, just didn't want you hurt." This wasn't completely true but made him feel better.

"I saw you try to attack it so," his words were broken by a yawn. "I wanted to help." He rubs his eyes and puts his head on my shoulder and passes out.

Maybe this was a mistake, now I have to wait till he wakes up to give him back to his parents. He is a sweet kid though, I smile and fly to a rooftop. I sit down and lay him on top of me so his head is on my shoulder. If you're curious about the "stolen" chest plate and sword, they are mine now. I just protected this random kid, I think it's only right. Just as I get comfortable, I hear a voice screaming 'Allen' over and over again. I think Allen is this boy so I put back out my wings and hover down.

"Are you looking for him?" I nod towards the boy, "I found him trying to attack that thing." I motion towards the blob which is now breaking apart.

"Oh my lord, I can't thank you enough for finding my little boy." She reaches out for him, takes him from my hands, and nods her head as a thank you. I smile as she walks away, I use my wings to launch me into the air. I can see her look back to see if I was still there as I fly away. All this excitement is tiring and I don't know how much more flying I can take. I get above my house and my wings give in. I start plummeting towards the ground and everything went dark.

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My head is pounding when everything comes back to me. I sit up suddenly and feel a sharp, massive pain in my sides. Me sitting up cause me to let out a groan. It felt as if I was gashed right through me. My parents must have heard me and dashed into my room and tried to lay me back down. Telling me things like, 'You're going to open up your wounds!' and 'You really took a beating.' It all didn't make sense to me. I don't really remember anything after my wings gave in.

"What happened last night, you're all over the town!" My mother said to me as if she didn't know.

"Wait, but what's wrong with my-," I was cut off by a sharp pain going up my stomach to my neck. My shirt around my stomach started to get blood stained, moving outwards as it soaked into the cloth. "-stomach.."

"We aren't really sure as we just found you on the floor but we think you hit our roof and then hit the ground. Do you not recall?" My dad chimes in with a calm manner as if I'm not losing blood.

"I don't think my stomach is supposed to be doing that," I point to my stomach and he gets up like he just now noticed my stomach bleeding out.

He grabs a new set of bandages and then pulls up my shirt. My mom goes out of the room with her hand over her mouth. 'Is it really that bad?' I think as I look over at my dad. I look down and see that I have a big gash going from both of my sides and connecting right above my belly button. I think I did a little more than just fall off the roof.

My mom grabs my dad's shoulder as he is doing my bandages, "We are running out of bandages, dear. Should I go down myself?"

"No, no, I'll go." My dad seems so focused since he doesn't want to hurt me.

"It's my bandages, it would be quicker if I was the one to go."

"Are you sure, Emma?" My dad paused and looked at me very worried.

I just nod and squish my eyes together as I sit up. I put up my arms and my dad continues wrapping me up. My mom slides a shirt over my arms, they seem done babying me so I take the money and head outside with my hand on my stomach. I put out my wings just to see if they were damaged. They seem to be fine but I think I'm going to take a break from flying for now.

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I move through the woods and finally get to the town. This time is different. I think it's because I can really look around at the people and I can take it all in. It is like a forever festival. There is live music with all different types of instruments. They range from flutes, violins, and drums to guitars, bagpipes, and oboes. You can't have music without dancing. There are random citizens dancing but there are also gypsies and people who did it for some money. People's outfits seem to differ, I'm guessing because of different jobs and what they have. People like gypsies wear tops that look like shiny bras with baggy pants that are tight around their mid-stomach and ankles. They would also use pouches or other fabric around their waists. I'm guessing that people in armor are fighters of some sort. For the most part, people were in normal clothing. Dresses for females, and tunics for the males. Some clothing is fancier than others, and some were white as snow and some, well, weren't.

The stores sold many different things, like everything you could ever need. I wobble on the roads and through the crowds. The crowds seemed to just move out of the way, like a parting sea. But as I passed, there were a lot of whispers. I could make out things like, 'Is that the hero?' '..hero..Emma?' And other things, but am I the hero? Why me out of everyone? All I did was save a kid from going on a death mission.

I found a store that fits my needs. I just need some wraps and then I can head home. I walk into the store called 'Allied Aid' and was welcomed by gasps and smiles. I smile back and walk up to the cashier.

"Hello, how may I help you today? And are you Emma the Hero?"

"Hey, I just would like to see what type of bandage wraps you have available. And I'm Emma, I wouldn't call myself a hero though. I just did what I thought was best."

"Well we have thick and thin types, as well as different types of materials. Were you looking for something specific?"

"I am looking for something like what I'm wearing now. I took a beating last night and we ran out." I show him my stomach and he gasps.

"Alright, I believe it's this one." He grabs a decent sized wrap from the shelf beside him. "Is that all?"

"May I have two?��

He nods and grabs me another. I was fiddling through my pockets and that's when I noticed that I dropped my cash or someone took it from my pockets.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It seems as if someone took my money or I dropped it somewhere. I won't be able to get anything. My apologies for the waste of your time."

I turn around and am about to walk out but I was stopped by the cashier.

"I saw what you did last night. I watched it from my room, it was a very brave thing. You remind me a lot of me when I was your age. Don't worry about paying, just take them."

I turn around with a smile on my face. "Thank you so much! I won't forget this!"

And with that, I started my walk back home.