• Far ran quickly down the stone sidewalk pushing through all sorts of people not caring if they shouted at him. He passed many street vendors and their makeshift shacks that they put up every day. Every day at around this time, they would set up their small stores and begin their noisy shouting at passerbys hoping to sell their goods. Ignoring their rants about cheap fish, he bolted down the street. It didn’t take him long before he reached his destination, a small bookstore. He didn’t hesitate to push open the wooden door causing the small bell over it to chime. To his surprise, the store owner, John Direwood, wasn’t at his usual post behind the counter and was in a nice coat and hat.
    John turned to face Far, “Ah, Far, I’m sorry but something came up and I’m closing the store for today. I’m afraid I have no work for you today.”
    “What?!” Far shouted in disbelief then he took a moment to think over the possibilities, “What if I watched the shop while you’re gone?” he suggested.
    John shook his head, “There’s no way I’m leaving my shop in the hands of a fourteen year old, besides you should use your day off playing with other kids your age, you know?”
    With that John showed Far the door and closed up shop leaving Far no way to get the money he needed for food for the day. After asking for multiple street vendors if they had any work for him and being rejected by every single one, he found himself hopelessly defeated and moneyless. He even attempted to slip in with a crowd of people near the bakery and snag a loaf of bread only to be yelled at and chased away. He couldn’t ask his friend, Jared, for money since he was working. So he decided to walk around aimlessly through the town wishing he was able to live off of water and air alone. He dragged his feet as he walked kicking up dirt and rocks, watching them as they skipped across the ground before catching up to them again. He watched people as they walked along the sidewalk dutifully with their eyes fixed to what was right in front of them, clearly having somewhere to go. As Far observed them, he began coming up with a plan to pickpocket one of them and be able to get away with it. He was trying to hunt down and ideal target when something glinted from under his foot. He looked down and lifted his foot to find a silver coin. He quickly reached down and picked it up, it was old and beaten up but it was still a silver coin. He stroked it with his thumb removing some of the dirt; it was just what he needed just in time. Far held it tightly it one hand and ran off to get the bread he needed. Guess luck really was on his side.
    ~Miserable_Alchemist