The Mysterious Merchant
Destiny City was a metropolis that never slept. During all hours of the day and night, the city was alive and bustling. Even miles away, the sounds of the city carried on the wind. Forests hugged the city and hills of all sizes peppered the land the further out it went.
Destiny City was as much of a tourist trap as any major city could be expected to be--only, there was something a little extra special about it.
Destiny City was full of magic. So much so that their visitors came from all across the state, the country, the world.
The galaxy.
Atop a hill a mile and a half out of the major city and with a perfect view of the towering skyscrapers, someone has set up shop. Last year, the mysterious merchant arrived with only a single table booth. This year, he has several, each covered with dark purple table clothes with extravagant embroidery.
Each table has an array of oddly shaped trinkets and baubles on display and a briefcase rested against the table, just out of sight, and close to the chair of their visitor.
A stranger to some, but not all, the merchant sat, fingers laced and elbows propped atop the table, and watched the city glimmer in the night.
From out here, it was easy to see little lights falling during the meteor shower. He had arrived with the stars, but it had not been without difficulties this year. His shop was set right in the center of the impact site.
Still, his eyes twinkled almost as much as the stars in the sky.
He had no energy signature of his own, but then, he didn’t need one. He’d been to this planet and others, and it only took a little help to get his customers running. On the edge of the table, closest to him, a little box was open and a tiny star hovered a few inches above the open box. It had an unmistakable aura--and it was calling to anyone who cared to listen.
The barrier was still in place, only now all it did was keep him from sight. Anyone who came to do business was welcome--and he was waiting.
Destiny City was a metropolis that never slept. During all hours of the day and night, the city was alive and bustling. Even miles away, the sounds of the city carried on the wind. Forests hugged the city and hills of all sizes peppered the land the further out it went.
Destiny City was as much of a tourist trap as any major city could be expected to be--only, there was something a little extra special about it.
Destiny City was full of magic. So much so that their visitors came from all across the state, the country, the world.
The galaxy.
Atop a hill a mile and a half out of the major city and with a perfect view of the towering skyscrapers, someone has set up shop. Last year, the mysterious merchant arrived with only a single table booth. This year, he has several, each covered with dark purple table clothes with extravagant embroidery.
Each table has an array of oddly shaped trinkets and baubles on display and a briefcase rested against the table, just out of sight, and close to the chair of their visitor.
A stranger to some, but not all, the merchant sat, fingers laced and elbows propped atop the table, and watched the city glimmer in the night.
From out here, it was easy to see little lights falling during the meteor shower. He had arrived with the stars, but it had not been without difficulties this year. His shop was set right in the center of the impact site.
Still, his eyes twinkled almost as much as the stars in the sky.
He had no energy signature of his own, but then, he didn’t need one. He’d been to this planet and others, and it only took a little help to get his customers running. On the edge of the table, closest to him, a little box was open and a tiny star hovered a few inches above the open box. It had an unmistakable aura--and it was calling to anyone who cared to listen.
The barrier was still in place, only now all it did was keep him from sight. Anyone who came to do business was welcome--and he was waiting.
