Chương 3: Bandits
The wind blows across the grass making them sway left and right. Lying down with her back touching the ground, putting her hands behind her head, she enjoyed reminiscing as the smell of grass evoked nostalgic memories of past.
The past, a life that was still unknown to the words fear, evil and unease.
Looking at white fluffy clouds up in the sky, she let out a inaudible sigh.
The surprising events that happened in the past few hours, her losing temper just because a pig oinked nonsense really have become a black mark of shame in her almost perfect history of miss intergalactic.
The once calm figure forged through many obstacles succumbed to the so called swelling.
Swelling....
'Damn, sounds totally wrong!'
Alright, she should not take action on a helpless, powerless man. It was her fault from every corner yet she piled it on the head of that pig.
Later, with snorts and grunts, she finally coaxed herself. It was middle of the day and she was feeling a slight discomfort due to her strong desire to eat.
A lot of time passed since she last consumed anything. She was craving for some hot, spicy and juicy things, chicken things.
With coffee as the only thing she had earlier, this outcome was inevitable.
Even after checking her bracelet she could only find a chocolate and drink.
She was 'truly reflecting' on her mistakes now.
Currently, that pitiful chocolate was getting smaller and smaller rapidly, crushed, making a loud but muffled grinding sound as she ruthlessly bits it to half.
'Only this poor chocolate can be my dinner for now'.
It took her seconds to finish it. In only 2-3 bites the chocolate gone, completely vanished to another dimension. Looking at her empty hands, Zamia felt as if someone was playing with her, she couldn't possibly eat that fast, right?
Biting her lower lip, it was as if she just had experienced a grievous blow. The look in her eyes was enough to arouse pity even from a man with a heart as cold as ice. In low spirits from the loss of food, she only grew more and more despondent.
After her family and yaoi, the thing she liked the most was food, especially the hot and spicy foods.
And the thing happening now is just down right torturous to her.
'Give me food ah!'
Drinking the shake, she focused on a secluded spot That place didn't differ much from it's surroundings yet if one were to look closely they will be able to see something was wrong with it, just a slight difference and now it looked out of the ordinary and unusual.
'Will there be food ah!....'
That place was cleverly surrounded by plants and bushes to camouflage, using the advantage of its nearby resources to the fullest.
This quick witted apt approach piqued her curiosity.
Sipping the last bit of shake left, she treads stealthy towards the spot. Her feets nimbly flying across the ground giving an illusion of her flying across the surface, her back arched beautifully; as if a butterfly coming out of her cocoon. Like a fairy walking leisurely admiring the beauty of nature. The only problem was that the fairy was doused in rough male clothing...
It was short bodied, four wheeled cart moved by either using a horse or any other animal. There were two large boxes on the wooden platform inside the cart.
One contained scraps while the other box was filled with many edible things that looked similar to fruits and vegetables she was familiar with.
Looking around like hawk Zamia still couldn't find anyone near.
The owner was nowhere in sight.
'Probably off to some business, better take the chance and might as well rob some food.....now we are at it so far' she thought as she continued staring at that one particular fruit.
Zamia's mouth watered the moment she spotted the strawberries. She grabbed a bunch, It's skin sitting smoothly next to hers , a promise of the sweetness within. Yet..
She didn't ate any right away but just shoved it in her bracelet
'I'll eat it later.. ' she couldn't risk getting caught even if the chances were low. Survival was still the first thing in her mind.
'My family would be in ashes, if not for a competent keeper like me' she giggled even at a dire situation like this, this sole thought was enough to bring a little smile to her lips.
Also,
From her knowledge she could guess that these people didn't had means for communication except face to face or paper.
She could disguise herself and if necessary she knew she is way stronger than a average human if not a martial artist.
How did she knew there were martial artist?
In morning when that man came, the sound of footsteps were too low, she was tired, her head was still aching thus she couldn't put much thought to it at that time, but still it acted as a proof that people here depended on martial arts. And she believed her intuition more than anything.
Back in her time there were many fanatics who loved prehistoric ancient ways and thus learned martial arts , she wasn't interested but she was curious and looking at these people now sure there were a lot of martial artists here.
Shuffling through the edibles for more, a man suddenly came right beside her. Peering in her direction but mostly all his attention was on her hands.
'A rouge..huh.. 'She thought as she looked at man now in front of her. Both perpetually gawking at each other.
The emaciated man had dirt and grit all over his clothes and grimy body. His dark grey shirt (which used to be white) was tattered and shredded.
He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising velvety black, flecks of silvery light shone like shooting stars throughout. His face was delicate and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression.
'A pretty face tch..who knows if
You're a boy or what' Sen tsked as she shaked her head and thought.
Zamia now really wondered just what kind of place was she in.....
'Is this truly my shipping paradise'
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