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A Long Time in Coming- Favorable Chance Encounters 14/?

[(Anonymous)]

So after I lost the rest of the first chapter and had to rewrite it, I went back and changed a few things, so here's 14 again with new stuff.
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“Here,” the elder said, holding out a small bundle.

He reached out to accept it, unwrapping it to find a loaf of fresh bread and a small cut of cheese, as well as fruit. Oh, it was humble, but it looked wonderfully appetizing right now. He hadn’t eaten since the day before, and his stomach rumbled appreciatively at the sight.

“Thank you.”

Malik nodded as he finished packing away his purchases, seating himself across from Naji in the straw and unwrapping his own food. They ate in silence for a while.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You may.”

“I was wondering…why did you save me from the guards, back in the city? I mean…you knew nothing about me, but you risked yourself to save me.”

Malik grinned smugly. “It was hardly a ‘risk’.”

“Whatever,” Naji grumbled, “Just…why?”

“I’ve been around long enough to know that the city guards are often brutes even on good days, and they are not above harassing citizens just to pass time. As for why I stepped in…I simply felt like it. I did not wish to stand by and watch you been slain. So I stopped it.”

“But…what if you’d know before? That I was thief?”

“It would not have altered my decision. Many people are thieves, for many reasons. I don’t think it picking pockets is worth dying over. My actions still would be the same.”

Naji was stunned, a little. “I…thank you. Most people…most people wouldn’t have cared. They probably would have been happy to see me put down.”

“I am not most people.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” he smiled.

Malik smiled back. “I suppose I’ll simply have to find a god use for you, until you can pay me back.”

Naji winced. Crap. He had half-hoped the other had forgotten. “You’re not going to…make me your slave or anything, are you?”

A Long Time in Coming- Favorable Chance Encounters 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

“You would make a poor slave, I’d wager. There’s always the chance you’d palm something I gave you to handle, and you clearly don’t have the kind of stamina for any hard labor. No, I’m sure I’ll think of something else.”

“When you say it like that, I worry.”

The vague evil look the man gave him only heightened the feeling.

“So,” Malik started, “You mentioned before you were not from that city. Do you travel much then?”

“Well, not really. I actually was living in another city before, but then…things happened and I had to leave.”

“Oh? What things?”

Naji’s expression became hesitant and he glanced away, tearing a piece from his loaf and nibbling on it.

“Ah. Something unlawful I presume? You may tell me. I will not care.”

He studied Malik a moment. “Well…you already know I’m…a thief, more or less. I usually just pickpocketed; guards, citizens, whatever I needed to get by. Sometimes,” he stressed it, giving the elder a pointed look, “Sometimes I would steal other things. Nice things. Items that would fetch a good price. Or that I liked.”

He paused for a moment, glancing at the floor. Malik nodded for him to continue.

“One day a convoy came into the city, escorted by…soldiers in unusual garbs. They were bringing in what looked like the spoils of a siege, all carrying chests and boxes of various sizes. I was curious, so I followed them. They went to the keep in the north of the city, where they were met by one of the officials. They opened the boxes and inside were a number of strange items, but one of them was…this curious looking golden ball. I remember thinking how it seemed to…draw attention to it. I thought it was interesting.”

Malik was suddenly listening raptly, leaning forward, his posture stiff and tense and his eyes narrowed.

“Once the inspection was over they brought everything inside and took it to a storage vault. The ball…I realized I wanted it. It didn’t look like much when I thought about it, but I thought it might still have some use, or at least fetch a good sum. And it didn’t really look like something they’d miss. I snuck into the keep later and stole it.”

“You stole it?” Malik suddenly barked, and Naji jumped, startled.

“Wh—what? Yes, I mean…why? Does it matter?”

Malik frowned, leaning back. “Finish your story,” he said after a moment.

Naji stared at him, confused, but continued, “Well, I’m not sure what it was, but apparently it was more important than I thought. I didn’t even make it out of the keep before they came after me, and caught me. They beat me and took it back, and then I was thrown in the dungeons, to be executed. I panicked and worked to find a way to escape. I found one and got out of there as soon as I could. The soldiers however found out I’d escaped and were searching the city for me. The only choice I had was to leave.”

Malik was radiating tension; silent, pensive. Naji watched him nervously, uncertain why his story seemed to have rattled the man.

A Long Time in Coming- Favorable Chance Encounters 16/?

[(Anonymous)]

Finally he spoke. “This ball…did it have strange grooves and markings? About this size?” he used his hands to give an example.

“Yeah…yeah it did. How did you…?”

“The keep it was kept in. Do you still remember where it was? And the room it was stored in?”

His frown deepened. “Yes…”

Malik was quiet for a long time, his face drawn in deep thought.

“What city was it?”

“It was...Tyre..." he answered, "But that was a year ago.”

“Even if it is no longer there, they may still have information about it, and where it was moved.”

“Wait…you want it? The ball?”

“Yes.”

"Why?"

Malik flicked his eyes up at him before sliding them to look at something outside. Naji followed his gaze to see the eagle flying in low sweeps, as though patrolling, and his brow furrowed, looking back to Malik.

"To be free," he said finally, softly, "The orb...took something from me. And I must get it back, no matter the cost."

Cryptic. And confusing. "What does that mean?"

Malik's face suddenly took on a calm edge and he turned back to his meal. "I will explain later."

Great.

Time crept by as Malik busied himself with a number of menial tasks, packing his things and rearranging them, occasionally pulling out documents and jotting something down, feeding and grooming his horse. At one point he climbed up into the loft and left something there, though Naji didn’t see what it was. He then settled down with a book and began to write in it, while Naji sat bored and restless across from him. It wasn’t like he could go anywhere, and even if he wanted to, he had nowhere to go. Malik was obviously no longer in the mood for conversation, which left him picking at the straw on the floor and desperately wishing for something to do.

He cursed himself for getting into this mess. What had his mother once said? If you can help it, never be indebted to someone.

Well, obviously he had failed to heed that advice.

A Long Time in Coming- Favorable Chance Encounters 17/17

[(Anonymous)]

In his defense, though, dying wasn't exactly a preferable affair.

Suddenly the eagle let out a sharp cry, startling him, and Malik looked up to see the sun beginning to set outside. He let out a low, short sigh as he gathered himself up to his feet and closed the book, replacing it into the saddle bag. He then turned to face Naji, and the look in his eyes made him sit up straight, anxiousness pooling in his gut.

"You asked me before why I needed that treasure.” Malik spoke, voice edged with something he couldn’t put his finger on, “But I'm afraid I cannot explain it to you know. There are...things you need to learn first."

"Things?" He didn't like the sound of that.

The elder nodded. "For now, all you need know is this. When the sun sets, I am going to leave, and I will not return until dawn. Do not look for me. Or rather," he smiled, "There will be no need."

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but…that wasn’t it.

His face went slack. “Wait, what?! You're joust going to leave me here alone? How do you I won't leave? Or,” he stuttered, but it came out anyway, “Or take anything?”

The smiled widened. "You won't,” Malik announced confidently, “And you won't be alone. You're going to watch my eagle.”

He sincerely hoped this conversation was going to start making sense soon.

“Your eagle? Why would I need to watch your eagle? He seems perfectly capable of looking after himself.”

“Oh, believe me, he’s alright now, but at night he is different. I imagine he will be in something of a foul mood once he learns of this. If he asks you, tell him I left a note to explain. He will know where to find it.”

“If he asks me? If he asks me what? Why would he ask me anything? How would he ask me anything? Why would he be different?” he gripped his hair in frustration, “Malik, I don't understand what you're saying!"

“Calm yourself. You will understand soon enough.” He moved over to soothe his horse, which was kicking restlessly at the ground. “In the meantime, I will tell you this. You would do well not to run from him. He likely won't be happy, and doubtless he will be far less even-tempered than I when he questions you. If you think I am harsh, let this be my advice. Do not run."

What was Malik talking about? What was he talking about? Why was he leaving? Where was he going? Why was he talking about his bird like it was a person? A note? Don't run?

He desperately wished he wasn’t here, that this whole thing wasn’t happening. He was just imagining it, a mixture of boredom and the long afternoon spent under the burning sun.

He sent Malik an imploring look. “I don’t understand what you expect from me.”

The man didn’t answer. Instead he reached out his arm and the eagle flew down to alight upon it. Malik stroked its head briefly and it crooned, nipping his fingers. He then gave his arm a shake and it lifted, flying up and disappearing into the loft. He and Malik watched it before the elder turned to leave, Naji staring at his back, head spinning as it tried to make sense of exactly what had just transpired. Malik paused in the doorway and glanced over his shoulder.

"Remember. Do not run.”