Please read.

Signups are always open! Click here to reach the Signups and Discussion page.  I seriously suggest you read the OP before starting to read the main RP!

 

Vivian Holdings… Thy name sparks interest. Have thee reviewed what thou art about to do? After you have accepted, there shall be no returning. You cannot be like the rest you live amongst; the years will pass as mere minutes ere you- while the days of those you love continue as normal. You will live, but they shall one day surely perish, as nature intended. Do you still wish to proceed?

  “I do.” Brown eyes unwavering, a young woman stepped forward, greeting the unknown voice, her hair gritty and grayed by wear, face scarred from youthful disputes. Dipping her hands into the brew that laid before her, she wept. The brew continued to boil, even then, when it rested in her hands.
 

  Take this broth into thine hands, and with it seal thy life and soul into mine. As a new you is born, so shall a light be. Beauty and Wonder shall it bestow unto those that observe, none knowing it for the truth that it represents, not even thyself. Neither the light, nor thee, shall find Death, should thou seek that lady.
 

  Vivian lifted her hands, and drank what was commanded of her. Tongue wilting, but shortly being repaired; her hands again reforming into that form she had first arrived with, her hair again full and lengthy- her natural beauty reborn.
 

  Go now, Vivian. The power I hath bestowed unto thee shall surely suffice thy needs. Return to that world which loved you, and rejoice, for thine hast been reborn.

 

--------
 

  It was early noon, the sun stood still in the skies above Alaby, providing little forgiveness for those laboring below. The village rested between two Mountain peaks- one which shaded a portion of the bustle, another which provided water for the river that ran through the center of the village.
 

  The village, poor as it was, managed to keep itself grounded, thanks to the many dedicated citizens. The Butcher, The Baker, and the Candlestick maker worked vigorously to provide the town with some necessities, while the Dropletteer continued to struggle keeping quota, leaving many families to scavenge for their own, leaving only the rich being able to purchase the Droplets he provided.
 

  There is also a Library in town, should anyone wish to visit.
 

  The Tax Collector rested merrily in his own sanctioned property, enjoying the more leisurely things in life. He provided the so called King with the currency needed- or he would, if there was a king. The Tax Collector ran the town, passing his own bills and laws in the name of a phony majesty. The Villagers remain clueless as to the truth behind the false claims. The Tax Collector will collect a random some of Tile at the end of each day. (Sometimes he will feel generous and skip days.)
 

  Currency here is not one of orthodox nature; being called Tile. Value is determined by the symbol upon it. Rose Tile is held with the highest value, while Lily Tile followed at second. Daisy Tile had the least value, as it was the most common Tile passed around.
 

  Feel free to journey anywhere in town- however, beware wolves and other wild animals that may wonder in, as a set of woods lie nearby. These woods are rarely entered, aside from a single road leading out- even so, no one takes the road, as danger may lie in any inch.
 

  [Note: Everyone will start the day with the same amount of Tile: 3 Rose, 4 Lily, and 10 Daisy.]

--------
 

~Satchel Watterson~
 

  Salt on his brow, the boy Satchel prepped his usual tools, ready again to pluck the weeds from Master Henry’s garden. A song in his heart, the boy hummed quietly to himself a tune that he had known since his more youthful years. Exhaust had taken hold of Satchel, and yet, gleeful he remained, continuing to remove pesky growths from the otherwise beautiful flowerbed. Satchel smiled, removing the last pest. He stood as he brushed his brow, making use of the wheel barrel provided to him. He placed the tools into it, and pushed it along, walking again to the patio that had laid nearby, shaded perfectly over a set of snow painted chairs, and a neatly readied table of glass.
 

  “…For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart
To weave by picking up the pieces that remain
 Melodies of life; love's lost refrain…” He continued to sing, laying the wheel barrel to rest, readying to remove his gloves thusly, to lie upon the ground.  

“Sir Henry?” Satchel called out, as he opened the door and entered the abode, which had been far from rundown; one would say it was lavish, even- especially when the rest of the village was viewed alongside it.
 

  Satchel pulled out his handkerchief, brushing the edges of a bookshelf sitting nearby the doorway.  Some of the books and novels were quite worn, but none more so than Satchels favorite- Caged Canary by Lord Avon. It almost seemed like a time portal to him, letting him see what life was like when only one star had rested in the sky. Satchel pulled the book off the shelf, checking to see what chapter he had left off on.
 

  “Chapter Twenty-Four – The Singing Vale…” Satchel spoke allowed. Even though it was a work of fiction, there were still truths to be found within these decrepit words. Satchel folded his legs beneath himself, and began to read.

Edited May 29, 201510 yr by Shard the Gentleman

Meanwhile as Satchel was off working, a young lady by the name of Luminita, or 'Luma' to friends, was currently organizing books in the local library. She was up the latter, fitting each and every book in their proper order. Luma loved to learn, but ironically she hardly ever read. It wasn't that she hated reading, which she wasn't fond of, but it was because she didn't fully understand how. It was a secret she was very embarrassed of with the only people who knew being Satchel and Fable, her partner and friend. Being from a poor family, the young girl couldn't go to school and the only sort of learning he gained was from her father. Over the years however she was able to learn the alphabet and whatnot to organize books and do the basic skills required for her job, but she was never able to read a full book on her own. She would always have to have Satchel or Fable read it aloud for her. Still, she had hopes to one day be able to read a full book on her own. After fitting the last book in it's rightful place, Luma slid down the later to meet her dear friend Fable at the counter. She considered Fable her mentor, almost.

"It's almost time for lunch." Luma said with a smile. She leaned over the counter. "Can I go outside and get us something? Oh, and I need a letter of recommendation... I'm going to try to do some part time maid work for the Tax Collector to help my Papa." Maid work was something her father despises, due to the fact that the rich, especially the Tax Collector, often mistreated and even hurt their maids. Still, Lima was willing to do the work as needed.

Fable 

 

It was nearly time for lunch, and truth be told, Fable was starving. Like usual she had woken up late for opening the library, and had rushed out of the house despite her mother's cries of, "wait! You forgot to eat!"

    It had been a quiet day so far (there were no busy days, really), and so the young woman had been working on the book logs. It was a relief when Luma came up to her asking if she could pop out to get some food, and Fable smiled warmly at her workmate - and friend. Closing the note book she had been working in, Fable stretched.

    "Luma, darling, you're a sweetheart; lunch would be fantastic," she winked. "And as for the letter of recommendation, I'll get to work on that right away."

    It was times like this that Fable couldn't help and feel guilty for being better off than most in Alaby. She didn't have to work, really, and was only in the library to keep her father happy - though she loved books, so it wasn't a chore by any means. Honestly, Fable was proud of people like Luma, of people who worked hard to actually get somewhere. 

    Of course, she'd be more than willing to help the younger girl in any way possible.

 

 

----------

 

 

Tobias

 

The streets of Alaby were always packed at this time. 'Places to go, people to see,' and what not. Tobias didn't really care for the crowds, but noon was the only time that he had a break from his stable work. And, truth be told, he enjoyed being able to get away from the horses, even for an hour or two - not that he didn't enjoy his job, of course. He adored it, more so than he cared to let on. The freedom the horses had, their beauty and grace... horses held many traits that he rarely saw within people.

    A paper bag was clutched in his hand, which had been browned by the sun in the few hours he had been working. Taking a seat on a bench, the stable boy pulled out an apple and bit into it, savouring the flavour. He looked up into the sky, watching the birds fly overhead in flocks. Toby smiled slightly, glancing back towards the floor. 
   Birds and horses had one thing in common, he decided.
   Freedom. 
 

Edited May 29, 201510 yr by Faryn

Luma nodded happily, delighted to have been tasked with such a duty. She loved getting lunch for Fable. She loved just doing this for Fable in general. She reached into her pocket to take out her Tials. 3 Rose, 4 Lily, 10 Daisy. The Daisy alone was easily enough to get them both sandwiches and some fruit.

"Thank you." Luma said with a smile. "I'll be back right away." With that, she went to the market to fetch Fable and herself some lunch.

Upon arriving at the market, she looked around and counted her money once more. She was very good in handing money. She hoped to bump into Satchel. She passed by right to where Tobias was sitting with a bag and money in one hand, and two canteens in the other.

~Satchel Watterson~

Satchel placed the book back where he had found it, laying against the bookcase a bit shocked. He's read the book many times before, and yet... today he noticed something different. It had to have been there before... but how could he have missed it?
 

"A sequel to Caged Canary...?" Satchel stood back up on his feet. He brushed his hair again from his eyes, and put his handkerchief away.
 

Had this home been any more leisurely than it was, one would mistake it for the King's house himself! The living quarters themselves had been spacious, and yet the Den had them all beaten over the line. Goose throw pillows on the sofa- Goose! Throw pillows, nonetheless! Even the sofa itself was awing, although Satchel wasn't sure what kind of filling it had- a soft one, for sure! The floor had been laid with tile, marble no doubt. Satchel spent enough time polishing it to know that much. He continued through the Den to reach the front door, hoping that Master Henry wouldn't take notice of him being gone for long.

 

Satchel took a deep breath as the door swung open, revealing the strangely beautiful village; sure, it had been quite poor, and yet its quaintness had an odd aesthetic that kept Satchel there. He had no reason to leave yet, and knew that he never would. He took a step out, and closed the door behind him. The bustle had been more rabble than most days- perhaps it was due to it being a Friday. A lot of shops were closed on Saturday, save the Butchers, the Dropletteers, and a few others.

 

Across the cobblestone bridge to the library- that's where Satchel was headed. The river, though abundant with fish, was commonly ignored. Satchel had never known why; the banks were his favorite place to relax and read when he was off work. The babbling of the water, the song of birds... no better place for it. Perhaps it was because of the occasional poisonous snake that would roam out of it. Must have been, yes. After all, the River had been named "Serpent Stream," although it had been a bit wider than a stream.

 

Satchel crossed the bridge, but quickly spotted his good friend Luma, who he hadn't seen much of this week. She worked at the library- perhaps she could help him out! He quickly dashed towards her, hoping she could have some answer for her.

"Luma!" He called out, not completely with her yet. He took a moment to breath in her beauty, he could only assume it was natural. Her eyes of green shining a bit more so than the rocks in the stream, wavy hair a lighter brown than his own. Surely, she must've had many a lad stricken! Himself not included, he'd insist. Friends are friends, and that's what he was to her, and she to him.

"I was wondering if you could help me out here. I was reading Caged Canary again, and I noticed something... could you perhaps help me out once you return to the Library? I can meet you there."

Edited May 30, 201510 yr by Shard the Gentleman

Luma was just about to approach a small food stand before she heard Satchel come up calling her name. She turned around to greet her dear friend with a soft smile.

"Satchel! I haven't seen you in a while. I hope all is well." She looked at the book Satchel was referring to. Caged Canary. She definitely recognized it. She often asked Satchel or Fable to read it to her, and she was able to read a page or two on her own.

"What's wrong with it?" She asked. She fumbled with the canteens in her hand and looked to the food stand.

"I was just about to get Fable and I some lunch. You can join me if you want! I'll take you to the library after I buy the food."

~Satchel Watterson~

 

  "Sure, that sounds fine!" Satchel reached into his pocket and grabbed 2 Daisy Tile out of it. He laid it on the Food Stand, happy to eat after a long day of work- Satchel was basically finished anyhow, and he was sure Henry wouldn't kill him for heading out for a few nods.
 

  "Can I get a leg of turkey, and perhaps a potato?" Food Stands were quite convenient in town, especially since there was at least one in each section of town. The person in charge happily complied handing him a bag and giving him a smile.

 

  "So, Luma, how is your reading coming along?" He reached into the bag and grabbed the turkey leg, munching away at the meat, sighing with delight. He hadn't eaten all day- and this surely was giving him something to be happy about!

~Vivian Holdings~

  Vivian, or the Witch of the Star, as she has become to be known, hadn't been back to the world below since it had been cursed. She endlessly searched for her star- but how could she tell the difference? Most of them looked exactly the same. No, she could tell. It had a certain smell, a smell she wasn't able to notice until after the star had been found by that wretched boy so many years ago. Although some recent activity below had caught her interest- she would occasionally look through the eyes of wandering Animals to keep herself updated on the state of the Village that had betrayed her all those years ago.

[Note: All Villagers do not need collect Droplets for another 24 hours. You shall be informed when the time is drawing near.]
 

Luma approached the food stand along with Satchel. She politely gave the vendor her order. "Two legs of turkeys and two apples please. Ooo, and two slices of bread please." She looked down at her Tiles. A full loaf would be way too expensive. After she received her food, she packed it away for the later lunch with Fable.

"My reading? Well, I've been able to read a small page or two on my own now. But only the books for children. I still haven't made my way to the regular books yet but I'll get there as long as I have too and Fable with me."

     Across the the weary place that was Alaby, a group of pirates, all young and old, made there way into the village: The Baker family. Having heard stories of this little place being abundant with a variety of events and treasures. This group looked to be a family, taking a break for their usual affairs of travel and sailing. There was a mother, father, their three sons, their two young cousins, and their grandfather and grandmother. They entered the village in a rather bombastic fashion, especially for the three oldest boys, Maurice, Nathan, and Gregory. Gregory, the oldest brother, lead his younger brothers through the town. The rest of the family went to go purchase food and other souvenirs in this town. Gregory always acted as the alpha dong to his brothers. With his smarts and his trusty old dog, Vandal.

     

     "Brother! Nathan!", Gregory said to the youngest one. Good to see you could catch up! Would you mind tagging with me in analyzing this tiny town?"

     "Yes! If I do not get lost! Come with us, Maurice!", Nathan said.

     "Aye aye, brother!", Maurice cried. Oh, how the strong their brotherhood struck - stuck together like glue!

Rusty barked, making much more of a fuss as the the Baker brother strut their way through the market. Maurice overheard some other youth, a young woman and a young man, talking about the stories they were reading. He instantly took notice, for he wanted to see if there was a library he could go to to find out more about this place.

     "Hey ho, villager!~", he cried. "Do you happen to have a library in this tiny town?", he asked, standing proudly beside his brothers and dog with a bright and eager smile.

~Satchel Watterson~

"Well, I know one thing; if there is a sequel to this, I'll be sure to read it to you!" Satchel, cheery, assured his friend Luma. He took another bite of his leg, and hurriedly finished the meat before throwing it into a bin nearby. Before he could get started on the Potato, however, a voice was heard.
 

"I... huh?" Satchel looked to the west, to where the river had ended to meet an ocean. A man stood, with two others, calling out towards himself and Luma. He had a puffy red shirt- one that was easy to set apart from others, as no one in Alaby had worn anything similar. A necklace hang loose from his neck, and it wasn't one of local design. Satchel had known the town Jeweler for years, and they had never created anything such as that. Satchel approached the obvious foreigner and his friends- or was it family?- with a bright smile, always willing to help.

"A library...? We're actually about to head there ourselves! Perhaps you would like to follow?" Satchel offered, pointing his thumb towards Luma. He quickly corrected himself, however.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry." Satchel reached out his hand. "My name is Satchel!  Welcome to Alaby!"

~Meanwhile~

  "Hey, Toby!" A voice called out to the boy, sitting with his apple, watching the folly of the birds. It was an unknown voice, perhaps one that was only familiar to few, as no one else had looked around. Or perhaps, it was a voice only he could hear. A wolf stood, looking to the boy, seemingly starved, had somehow managed to keep its distance. It... it looked like it was smiling at the boy. It was obviously not a young wolf, but definitely one of strength. Standing proud, the grayed wolf nodded at the boy Tobias, as if assuring that it was indeed his voice that had called out to him.

~Vivian Holdings~
 

  The Witch smiled. Her favorite past time was playing tricks on the townsfolk, using Animals to communicate. She had drove many a lad and lass to madness this way, and hadn't planned to stop anytime soon. However, she began to hear a swift sizzling sound from behind her, and her link to the Wolf had been broken. She looked... the smell. The smell! She recognized it! It was hers... Vivian rode towards the smell, but was quickly overwhelmed by the speed of hot air rushing past.

 

  Yes... it was surely her star... and again, it was headed towards that world that she despised the most! It was obvious that it would not be seen by the people below for hours. She raced towards the earth, as she knew she could never catch up to the star.

 

  "Alaby..."

 

---

  The wolf lowered his head, drooling a bit at the site of the boy. He began stepping towards him, keeping his eyes locked onto Tobias. He barked once, and pounced.

Tobias

 

Toby barely registered the wolf before it pounced. Throwing his food to the side, he rolled off of the bench and away from the attack. He whipped his hand to his belt, looking for his blade, before remembering that he hadn't sheathed it this morning. With a curse he cast the wolf another glance, and began to run to the market stalls with a yell for help.

     "Wolf!" 

     It wasn't often that an animal managed to get into the walls of the town, but when they did it usually meant more were loose as well. Toby continued shouting, stumbling over himself in his haste; it was only moments before he ran into a young girl with brown hair. Steadying himself, he held her arm and gasped for breath.
     "I apologise," he said, standing straight as he breathed heavily. He pointed towards the general direction of where the wolf had been, and when he continued he was hurried. "There's a wolf- and it attacked me. It'll probably go after others if it is hungry; we need to stop it. I would have myself, but I was unarmed."

Luma gave a bright smile once Satchel had promised to read her the sequel. It made her very excited especially since the book told many stories about the stars. She was also determined that one day, she could read such a book to others who couldn't read. Such an image made her look forward to the future. This happy thought was interrupted by a newcomer, who had called out to her and Satchel. She looked to the man with what appeared to be his brothers and gave a small wave.

"I happen to work at the library. I would be happy to show it to you and direct you to any information you'd like to know." She was going to say another thing, until she was interrupted yet again by another newcomer running into her. She fell back a bit, dropping all her things. Luckily the man held her arm so she didn't completely fall to the ground.

"O-Oh no..." Luma said worriedly. She hoped the lunch was okay. Upon hearing such a story of wolves attacking, Luma dusted herself off. "Do y-you think they're gone...?" She had a dagger with her, but she was unsure if she could take on a full blown wolf.

Maurice's face lit up at the two folk's responses. He expressed his delight with his brothers, who also had similar expressions on their faces. 

  "Ah, yes! That sounds splendid!" Maurice then took Satchel's hand and shook it rather eagerly. "Pleasure to meet you, Satchel. I am Maurice. Maurice Baker. The other guy behind me are my brothers Nathan and Gregory. Also, this small mutt by my feet is Vandal, a Jack Russel Terrier." The dog barked in greeting to the new people. "We'd be here for knowledge about your little village here." 

 

  Just then, the brothers thought they heard someone crying out about a wolf, and it appeared to be another young man. Vandal barked at the direction he came from in alert.

  "Whoa there!", Gregory cried to his dog. "Down, boy!"

Maurice clicked his tongue and responded to the frightened young man. 

  "A wolf, huh?" The man stood in a pompous pose. "Well, if that wolf comes back to get you, the Baker brothers will make sure it learns a lesson or two!", he boasted.

~Satchel and the Wolf~

The Wolf followed Tobias, not caring too much for his Apple. It wanted meat, and that boy looked as if he could supply. Something about Wolves is... they always travel in a pack. So why, then, was this wolf alone? What if it wasn't?

 

Making its way towards the port, the wolf spotted more meat... but only one of which it was brave enough to take on. Now that the larger meal had accomplices, the wolf sensed its being outnumber, and targeted the barking dog.

 

"I wish I had my bow on me..." Satchel commented when the wolf came into sight. Still, his had his reflexes on his side. He looked to Luma, who seemed to only have a dagger on her. The voice of the newcomer echoed, and Satchel shot a look back at him.

"Gregory, you have anything to help against this beast? We could sure use it!"

~Vivian Holdings~

 

Vivian, again in town after so many years, walked into the rather large library, trying her best to act nonchalantly. Of course, she knew that no one would be able to recognized her- everyone who's ever seen her had passed away by then. A woman of great beauty sat before her, seemingly writing away on piece of paper. An educated woman? Have the times really gone by as such? I knew things had changed, but not like this.Vivian approached the woman with a wide grinning, brushing some hair out of her face.
"Hello..?" She asked quietly, as the rules of a library must have been the same as before- quiet inside!

     The Baker Brothers simultaneously looked at one another with pompous grins on their faces. Nodding, the brothers instantly acted out in defense of the wolf while Maurice pulled out his pistol and Nathan grabbed Vandal, getting behind his oldest brother. Gregory give Satchel a simple nod as he pulled out a few tiny dagger of his own, aiming them at the wolf.

     

     "Of course I do, boy!", the oldest brother responded. "We all do! We travel the seas. Not everything is as it seems, so you have to be on your guard at all times.", he boasted. Gregory took the moment to throw one of his daggers right towards the beasts legs, just to see if it would actually show it's fight-or-flight response. 

     "Any of you want to help out?~" Maurice asked, pointing the pistol at the wolf.

Luma took out her dagger, although she was visibly frightened of the wolf. It wasn't just because the wolf looked intimidating, but it was also because she was unsure if she wanted the wolf to be harmed. She hated seeing any sort of animal harmed. She hesitantly held her dagger infront of her, ready if the wolf leaped out at her.

"Please becareful..." She said worriedly. "And don't kill it..."

Fable 

     Fable blinked, glancing up at the woman before her. Her breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes upon one of the most beautiful people she had ever met in her life, and she momentarily forgot that she was supposed to be doing her job. She gaped for a few seconds, before shaking her head and giving the newcomer a warm smile.

     "Good afternoon," Fable greeted, putting her work to the side. "Welcome to the library of Alaby; what can I do for you today?"

 

 

----------

 

 

Tobias

     "My thanks," Toby said. He stood back, watching as the wolf approached. Something about it seemed... off. It was only then that it dawned on Toby that the wolf had - it had talked to him! That... thing... wasn't natural. 
     But he couldn't say that to anybody. Who would believe him? Heck, he didn't even believe himself - well, not entirely. The voice, though... it was definitely there. With a set jaw he looked at the guy called Gregory and nodded. 
     "Do what you have to do."

 

~The Wolf~
 

  The Wolf, seeing the glitter of the dagger, took it's momentary advantage, and started dashing for the Jack Russel, attempting to hoist it away before the other Meat could stop it. It met with the dog, opened it's mouth, and...

~Satchel Watterson~

 

"Guys, it's going for the dog!" Satchel yelled as he jumped in front of the Animal, attempting to block the Wolf's way. It hadn't helped, however, as the wolf was strong enough to push the boy aside with a jump. Satchel fell to the ground, again rushing up to stop the wolf from attacking the new strangers pet. He grabbed the legs of the wolf, and held on tight. Oh, the wolf didn't like that. It shot its head back, and growled at the boy who clung on so tightly.

"Do something quick!"

~Vivian Holdings~

Vivian took a deep breathe, and stared at the woman briefly.

"I was hoping you could help me. I just came in from another town, and I was wondering if you could perhaps give me some sort of... map? A map to the town, or maybe just to the entire region? I want to be able to leave soon, and I'm not sure which way to go." She smiled, dropping her head slightly to the left. "Do you think you could provide me one?"

     The youngest Baker brother, Nathan, wasted no time in picking up the frantic dog and throwing a rope to Maurice. Nathan then ran off with his dog to a seemingly random direction; Not too far, but not to close. Maurice barely caught the rope, but thanked his brother. 

     "Careful, boy!", Maurice cried out to Satchel. Gregory took the chance to throw himself at the beast with Maurice following after. 

 

     Gregory tackled the beast with all of his might and slammed it to the ground.

     "Thank you, lad!", he said to Satchel. "Maurice! The rope!"

     "Ay, ay!", the brother cried. 

With that, both brothers tackled to wolf, trying not to let it bite Satchel. They grabbed both pairs of the wolf's legs and proceeded to tie them up. 

     "Don't worry, we'll try not to kill it. We just hope this works.", Maurice said to Luma.

Luma almost shrieked when the wolf had jumped at the dog, then Satchel. It was so vicious and terrifying. She dove for Satchel and tried to pull him away from the vicious wolf that was attacking.

"Satchel!" She screamed. Luma grabbed his waist and kept pulling, falling back with him in his arms. She wasn't even worried about the wolf getting hurt anymore. She was worried that Satchel would get hurt. She couldn't bear to see him get hurt.

~The Wolf~ Satchel was attempting to help the bakers with the rope, but Luma had pulled him back. The two fell back, while The Bakers began to try to tie up the wolf. The wolf, however, was quite keen in taking the dog, and perhaps getting away with it to boot. It attempted to break free from the ropes that surrounded it, but to no avail, the wolf was caught. Satchel stood up, and offered his hand to Luma.

 

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to bump into you." He looked towards the Bakers. "Thank you for helping out. I'm sorry we couldn't have been more help. If I had had my bow on me, that wolf would've been gone in three seconds flat! I know all the piercing points." Satchel stopped, realizing he was boasting.

 

"How can we thank you?" Satchel asked the boys. He looked back to the newcomer, who had met with Luma. "You're okay, right?"

Luma fell right into the ground with a loud thud, however she didn't care because she was just relieved to know that Satchel didn't get hurt. She rubbed her head and noticed that Satchel offered her his hand, which she happily accepted.

"I'm fine!" She said with a smile as she stood up and dusted herself off. She looked down at the now captured wolf and thanked the Bakers.

"Thank you so much for capturing the wolf and not killing it." Luma said while bowing. "It's very kind to capture the creature instead of killing it. Most of the people around here would have killed it."

     Once the two Baker brothers tied up the wolf, they both sighed simultaneously and nodded at each other, grinning.

     "Whew!", exclaimed Maurice. "That beast sure put up a struggle! Wonder why it came all of the way into town like this."

Gregory looked at Luma and smiled.

     "No problem, lass!", he responded.

 

     As the older brothers stopped the struggle, Nathan popped up from behind a wall and walked over to them, hugging the frantic dog.

     "Well, dear lady, if you could take us to the library, that would be just splendid. Well, right after we get rid of this wolf.", Maurice said. "Where is a place to lock up wild beasts, if you have one?", he asked.