• Farid sighed heavily. "Of course," Farid muttered. " They always choose me! 'Oh let's all choose Farid! He's got nothing better to do!' Oooooh! I hate them!" Farid shouted so loudly that some people stopped to look at him.
    Farid blushed and hurried from the marketplace.

    You may be wondering where Farid was. Well, he was in a village, 300 miles from his own village. In Farid's village, there were three things you could be: a murderer, a thief, or a servant that does the small dirty things. Farid was a servant to thieves.

    And today, they had sent Farid 300 miles to the neighboring village to trade off some illegal substance that smelled of death for 5,000 gold. But, thanks to Farid's thin appearence, the guys ran off with the substance without giving Farid the gold. And he was still brooding and venting about it.

    "Of course!" he yelled five minutes after he left the village. "You send the thin 17 year old to a village like, hours away! And it's so obvious that they think they can just-" Farid didn't get to finish. At that moment, something fell from the tree above his head. Farid looked at it.

    It was a girl with green pigtails. She had bruises and cuts all over the visible parts of her body. Farid weighed his choices. If he brought her back, maybe she would be good for something. She was a girl, right!? All girls were good for at least one thing. And if he didn't bring her back, well, the thieves would probably get drunk and beat him because he didn't get the money. No. They would beat him for no reason at all. So he just picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

    By the time he was halfback to the village, the girl woke up. She groaned. Farid felt her head turn on his back. "What's your name...?" Farid asked her quietly.
    "Yumi."
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