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"Sage," he gets up without his help and wipes off his face, "It's Sage," and picking up his Bo staff, he leans on it to dust himself off, "Look, there's three reasons why he didn't run off with me. One, he's smarter than he looks. Two, it's in the daytime, and three, the place is busy this time...
Becoming fustrated with the diplomacy, he starts to fiddle with words until he heard those last two sentences. He smirks.
"I'll tell you what'e did wrong. He messed with me... But you won't find that as a good enough reason." He lets go of Sage, shoving him to the dusty ground, "Unfair to coax...
"Wha-? Sh-Sh-Shut up!" the man shouts, holding Sage tighter. Sage, not being able to breathe, begins tearing at the man's arm to try and loosen his grip, "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I'm leaving with this kid! You gotta fight for this one, punk!" and he starts dragging Sage off...
Three men walked towards them, they had swords hidden behind their backs. They looked rugged, but determined.
"Where'd the boy go? The one that just ran off?" the one in front asked, pointing to the man in the black cloak. The others behind him began to unsheath their swords when Sage dropped...
"Uhhhh," Sage stopped to look at the man; he had no idea what he was talking about. Since he was one of the locals, he never used the bank to store his money away, "Sorry, I don't know." Suddenly, Sage stares not at the man, but what's behind him, and backs up, soon running behind the building...
Sage's hand fell to his side when he saw the other girls, and he waved pleasantly, "Hello," he began, then turned back to Jon, "So, what clan have you come from? I've never seen your people before. Are you all lost?"
"You guys tell me. I'm not used to the computer stuff," Kira shrugged, before replying to Hex's suggestion, "Where'd you get that one from? Your phone?"
As Kira listened, she grew stiffer and stiffer. She didn't want to believe it, but Esther was right.
"Well, what do you want us to do?" she said after the message ended.
"Move, move," Kira was already behind him, slipping between him and the doorframe and going up to Esther. She bent down to her, since she was taller, "What happened, Est? Who was that?"
"Hey, Hex," Kira ruffled his hair, patted Esther's head, then sighed, "Make sure you guys do your homework first, okay?" and walked back into the kitchen.
Kira was washing the dishes in the sink sadly. Father said he was going on that business trip, but he wasn't back yet, and that worried her. As much as she appreciated Father going out of his way to provide, she wanted to also. But no, instead she was stuck at home, acting like the mother of the...