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Wyatt’s eyes rolled out of his eyes, landed on the ground and rolled away over the grass. Between the feet’s of the loud crowd. Figuratively anyway. He was gawking at the big crowd. He had never seen this many people before.
Staring wide-eyed at everything as he followed the cart his brother’s were pulling. They stopped in a corner and Wyatt looked at the people next to them. A people in really colorful clothes where throwing balls around in the air, a couple of young children watching him with amazement. Wyatt of course wasn’t a child so he was just looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
The person to their left was a woman also dressed in colorful clothing who were selling some small wooden trinkets she kept on a table. To their right there was other people with carts selling fruits and vegetables. Loud shouts were echoed everywhere, people were trying to get other people to buy their merchandise.
Wyatt wanted to look around, taste the smells he could feel and look at all the amazing wonders that he knew must be hiding, but he was stuck here. His mother had specifically said that he couldn’t leave the wagon. They were supposed to sell their vegetables, salted meat and eggs and then walk straight home.
Glancing at Josh who had started shouting out prices to the passerby’s and Billy who was showing some apples from their apple tree’s to a young woman. Wyatt sneaked away. He was only going to have a look at the stalls next to them. No big deal. His brothers were handling the wagon anyway.
Pulling up a knife the woman at the wooden trinket stall started carving a small log. She glanced at him as Wyatt inspected her wares. They looked alive, the wooden animals. He reached over to touch the pig. "Don’t touch it with your dirty hands if you’re not going to pay for it."
Still in mid-touch Wyatt stared at the woman. She was glaring at him. Sure he’s dirty, he knew that. But he just wanted to touch, to see if they would move. Pouting Wyatt removed his hand. Then glancing at his brothers he sneaked further away. To the next stall.
Wyatt wasn’t sure what the man sitting behind this table was selling. The items had leather covers and then there were sheets of paper inside. He wanted to open them and have a look inside, at the sheets of paper. But he didn’t dare touch them. After staring at the items for a moment, wondering what they were used for, Wyatt started walking for the next table. He didn’t get far.
Angry voices. Wyatt turned around just in time to see a man flip the woman’s table over. Wooden sculptures and trinkets flying everywhere. They screamed at each other and then the man hit the woman right in her face. Somebody had to help her. Wyatt looked around at the people standing around. Nobody did anything. They were looking away, minding their own business. Glancing a bit at the spectacle. He kept hitting her, they had both fallen to the ground. Still nobody did anything. A big boiling ball formed in the pit of Wyatt’s stomach. Why didn’t anyone do anything? Why didn’t he? The ball grew bigger and part of it started traveling up his throat, it was burning. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to do something, but what could he do? "Stop it!"
Wyatt’s voice didn’t carry over the turmoil. Both the man and the woman was screaming. He took a step closer to them. "STOP IT!"
Reaching them Wyatt grabbed a hold of the man’s arm. The man stopped for moment. Then yanked his arm away and hit Wyatt in the face. Wyatt stumbled and fell to the ground. Covering his face with his hands Wyatt curled up. His hands were getting wet and his ears were ringing.
The woman kept screaming, hurting his ears. He couldn’t do anything. Nothing. He was too weak and too stupid. "Stop it!"
Wyatt moved his head a little and lifted a hand from his face. A man. A man with shiny metal clothes grabbed a hold of the man’s arm. The man tried to yank his hand free. He couldn’t. Wyatt removed the other hand from his face. Blood running down from his nose, over his lips, down on his chin and dripping on the ground. Gathering in a small pool.
Gasping Wyatt was about to shout, he has seen something glinting in the woman’s hand. Her knife. She was going to stab the man who had hurt her now when he was preoccupied with the metal-man, but the metal-man had seen it to. He grabbed a hold of the woman’s arm with his free hand. Then he pulled them both up.
Wyatt got pulled from the ground too. It was Billy, he looked angry and was muttering. "Was that really necissary?"
Nodding Wyatt watched the metal-man dragging both the man and the woman away from the scene. Taking some steps towards some on the wooden animals on the ground Wyatt almost tripped backwards. "Oh sorry, you should freaking cut that long hair of your’s, you moron. You look like a girl. Go sit down next to our cart and pinch the bridge of your nose or you’ll bleed to death."
Wyatt did what he was told. But he kept bleeding. Only the metal-man had done something. Had been able to do something. What was he? Wyatt glanced at Josh. Would he know? "Who was that metal-man?"
Josh shrugged. "Just a knight. It’s their job to keep peace and order."
Playing with the end of his braid Wyatt sucked his lower lip. A knight? If he became one, would he become strong and smart. Would he be able to protect people? Protect himself? Squeezing his braid he was about to stand up again but Josh pushed him down pulled his up and stuffed cotton into his nostrils.
Wyatt frowned and his nose twitched. That hurt, a lot. "Josh, how do people become knights?"
Josh glared at him and then looked up at the people passing by. Billy was back to trying to sell their wares again. "You can’t. You need to be a noble to be able to become on."
It felt like he got a cold shower. He could honestly feel the wetness. He wouldn’t be able to become one? Why? That was so unfair. Wyatt rubbed his eyes. He would never be able to do anything right. He would never amount to anything.
Looking up at his brothers doing their work Wyatt just wanted to sink down into the ground. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Then he wouldn’t have to think or feel anything anymore. "Just don’t sit there you moron, you’re here to work."
Billy was glaring at him. Wyatt looked down on the ground. He didn’t know how to.
Slowly standing up Wyatt pulled the cotton from his nose. It had stopped bleeding. Looking around, it looked like the fight between the man and the woman had never happened. Her table was removed and so was all of her wooden trinkets. Well almost all of her stuff. Wyatt took a couple of steps and bent down. It was a ring made of wood and metal. He picked it up and tried it on his fingers. It fit the long finger of his left hand perfectly. "What are you doing?! Come over here before I kick your useless butt!"
Wyatt glanced at the ring, it felt warm and comfortable, and then stepped back over to his brothers.
Staring wide-eyed at everything as he followed the cart his brother’s were pulling. They stopped in a corner and Wyatt looked at the people next to them. A people in really colorful clothes where throwing balls around in the air, a couple of young children watching him with amazement. Wyatt of course wasn’t a child so he was just looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
The person to their left was a woman also dressed in colorful clothing who were selling some small wooden trinkets she kept on a table. To their right there was other people with carts selling fruits and vegetables. Loud shouts were echoed everywhere, people were trying to get other people to buy their merchandise.
Wyatt wanted to look around, taste the smells he could feel and look at all the amazing wonders that he knew must be hiding, but he was stuck here. His mother had specifically said that he couldn’t leave the wagon. They were supposed to sell their vegetables, salted meat and eggs and then walk straight home.
Glancing at Josh who had started shouting out prices to the passerby’s and Billy who was showing some apples from their apple tree’s to a young woman. Wyatt sneaked away. He was only going to have a look at the stalls next to them. No big deal. His brothers were handling the wagon anyway.
Pulling up a knife the woman at the wooden trinket stall started carving a small log. She glanced at him as Wyatt inspected her wares. They looked alive, the wooden animals. He reached over to touch the pig. "Don’t touch it with your dirty hands if you’re not going to pay for it."
Still in mid-touch Wyatt stared at the woman. She was glaring at him. Sure he’s dirty, he knew that. But he just wanted to touch, to see if they would move. Pouting Wyatt removed his hand. Then glancing at his brothers he sneaked further away. To the next stall.
Wyatt wasn’t sure what the man sitting behind this table was selling. The items had leather covers and then there were sheets of paper inside. He wanted to open them and have a look inside, at the sheets of paper. But he didn’t dare touch them. After staring at the items for a moment, wondering what they were used for, Wyatt started walking for the next table. He didn’t get far.
Angry voices. Wyatt turned around just in time to see a man flip the woman’s table over. Wooden sculptures and trinkets flying everywhere. They screamed at each other and then the man hit the woman right in her face. Somebody had to help her. Wyatt looked around at the people standing around. Nobody did anything. They were looking away, minding their own business. Glancing a bit at the spectacle. He kept hitting her, they had both fallen to the ground. Still nobody did anything. A big boiling ball formed in the pit of Wyatt’s stomach. Why didn’t anyone do anything? Why didn’t he? The ball grew bigger and part of it started traveling up his throat, it was burning. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to do something, but what could he do? "Stop it!"
Wyatt’s voice didn’t carry over the turmoil. Both the man and the woman was screaming. He took a step closer to them. "STOP IT!"
Reaching them Wyatt grabbed a hold of the man’s arm. The man stopped for moment. Then yanked his arm away and hit Wyatt in the face. Wyatt stumbled and fell to the ground. Covering his face with his hands Wyatt curled up. His hands were getting wet and his ears were ringing.
The woman kept screaming, hurting his ears. He couldn’t do anything. Nothing. He was too weak and too stupid. "Stop it!"
Wyatt moved his head a little and lifted a hand from his face. A man. A man with shiny metal clothes grabbed a hold of the man’s arm. The man tried to yank his hand free. He couldn’t. Wyatt removed the other hand from his face. Blood running down from his nose, over his lips, down on his chin and dripping on the ground. Gathering in a small pool.
Gasping Wyatt was about to shout, he has seen something glinting in the woman’s hand. Her knife. She was going to stab the man who had hurt her now when he was preoccupied with the metal-man, but the metal-man had seen it to. He grabbed a hold of the woman’s arm with his free hand. Then he pulled them both up.
Wyatt got pulled from the ground too. It was Billy, he looked angry and was muttering. "Was that really necissary?"
Nodding Wyatt watched the metal-man dragging both the man and the woman away from the scene. Taking some steps towards some on the wooden animals on the ground Wyatt almost tripped backwards. "Oh sorry, you should freaking cut that long hair of your’s, you moron. You look like a girl. Go sit down next to our cart and pinch the bridge of your nose or you’ll bleed to death."
Wyatt did what he was told. But he kept bleeding. Only the metal-man had done something. Had been able to do something. What was he? Wyatt glanced at Josh. Would he know? "Who was that metal-man?"
Josh shrugged. "Just a knight. It’s their job to keep peace and order."
Playing with the end of his braid Wyatt sucked his lower lip. A knight? If he became one, would he become strong and smart. Would he be able to protect people? Protect himself? Squeezing his braid he was about to stand up again but Josh pushed him down pulled his up and stuffed cotton into his nostrils.
Wyatt frowned and his nose twitched. That hurt, a lot. "Josh, how do people become knights?"
Josh glared at him and then looked up at the people passing by. Billy was back to trying to sell their wares again. "You can’t. You need to be a noble to be able to become on."
It felt like he got a cold shower. He could honestly feel the wetness. He wouldn’t be able to become one? Why? That was so unfair. Wyatt rubbed his eyes. He would never be able to do anything right. He would never amount to anything.
Looking up at his brothers doing their work Wyatt just wanted to sink down into the ground. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Then he wouldn’t have to think or feel anything anymore. "Just don’t sit there you moron, you’re here to work."
Billy was glaring at him. Wyatt looked down on the ground. He didn’t know how to.
Slowly standing up Wyatt pulled the cotton from his nose. It had stopped bleeding. Looking around, it looked like the fight between the man and the woman had never happened. Her table was removed and so was all of her wooden trinkets. Well almost all of her stuff. Wyatt took a couple of steps and bent down. It was a ring made of wood and metal. He picked it up and tried it on his fingers. It fit the long finger of his left hand perfectly. "What are you doing?! Come over here before I kick your useless butt!"
Wyatt glanced at the ring, it felt warm and comfortable, and then stepped back over to his brothers.
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