Alfred lived in a small and quaint village in the outskirts. So, meeting man in an odd coat asking about directions was a strange occurrence.
Alfredâs father was a knight in his younger years, but had drifted off from the profession once he had met and, consequently, fallen in love with the daughter of a baker, Alfredâs mother, during a visit to their village. They had married after two years of courting and became a family of three not too long after.
Alfred loved his family dearly, but he had always wondered why his father had given up a life of adventure and glory in exchange for being with his mother. If it was him, he would never drop his armor for anything. He would continue fighting thieves and dragons and save the damsels from distress forever!Â
âYou dream too big, my son.â His mother would whisper fondly as she cleaned his hair. âThe world is much smaller than you think.â
Alfred would jump in indignation. His mother canât possibly know how big the world was if she had lived all her life never leaving their village.
Now, Alfred had always been a rather curious child by nature. It wasnât any surprise that Alfred had proceeded to investigate the man against better judgement.
âMay I see it?â He asks, widening his eyes and using his 9 year-old appearance to his advantage.
âSee what?â The man asked, lowering the glowing rectangular sheet into his coat. He looked lost, Alfred noted.
âThe extremely magical object youâre hiding in your coat.â
âMagical obâWait, you mean this?â He lifted it back up. There was a strange picture of a cat stuck on the object along with a jumble of unfamiliar symbols.
Alfred nodded. âObviously,â was a phrase left unsaid.
The man scratched his neck then let out a tired sigh. âListen, kid.â He crouched down to match Alfredâs eye level. âIâm quite lost, you see. It would really help if you tell me where I am.â He paused and added âAnd what year it is, if you can.â as an afterthought.
So Alfred told him.
âFuck nuggets,â the man mutters harshly.Â
Alfred frowns at the unfamiliar phrase, but before he could ask the meaning behind it, the man abruptly stood up and began pressing on the glowing object.Â
âFuckinâ hell, Siri. How am I supposed to get back now?â The man stopped for a beat as if waiting for a response. âOf course, stupid damn signals donât exist here.âÂ
âUm...â Alfred tried to interject, but the man ignored him in favor of frantically striding away.Â
âSorry, kid, gotta go. Duty calls!â
Alfred hummed in contemplation, more information being cataloged in his head.Â
He was probably just like those other men who stumbled upon his village with those magic mirrors they called âphonesâ.
âMay I see it?â
âSee what?â
âThe extremely magical object youâre hiding in your coat.â
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