My Vampire Prince..-Chapter 132: Not happening

Elyria smirked scornfully as her eyes took in the sight that welcomed them. These people were just the same as always be it day or night. The market place was filled with men and women clamouring for palliative from a few government officials who looked more scared of the dwindling supplies not being enough for the people than their own heads.

"You think it’s a good idea to still approach one of them?" Elyria questioned sarcastically. She remembered those three goons who had practically chased her for no good reason. Being there alone brought back those memories but when she remembered how she’d kicked their asses, a sinister smile overshadowed her scorn.

"Do you have a better choice?"

"Darn right I do. Let’s leave, how about that?"

Lio flicked her forehead with his forefinger then made his way to the crowd of angry, raving people.

Lio weaved himself through the people trying to find at least one decent person to ask for directions. Unfortunately, every single person looked hungry, tired, bloodthirsty even. He returned back to Elyria who decided not to follow him.

"Didn’t find any reasonable looking person?" she asked with a brow raised.

"Is that a big surprise?" Lio scoffed.

She pushed herself off the cart she was leaning on. The whole market place looked nothing short of a dump. Cages of doves, chickens, patridges took half the small space where they stood. On their right were bales of cotton and cloth of different colors.

A small girl who looked barely ten years old caught staring at the bales of second hand cloth stuffed into what used to be a white woven hamper.

"Buy some clothes from me good mam and sur!" she exclaimed, her tiny voice coming out louder than her body could carry. She leapt down from the high stool, carried one of the heavy hampers and stumbled towards them. Elyria’s eyes fell on the skeleton trying to move a load a million times her body weight. Her collar bone had dipped so significantly that the sweat dripping from her face had formed a little pool in them. She wore a rough, brown sackcloth too big for her thin body held in place by two shoelaces tied together.

"We have good stuffs for both of you good people." the little girl said, shuffling through the used clothes in the hamper while trying to stop it from falling on the dry, dusty ground.

The girl grabbed a black suit jacket and a green top from the hamper. She tried to get up with the weight of the clothes but ended up tumbling over, knocking down a few of the hampers.

"Why do you call us good people?" Lio questioned.

"Big mama Jean said rich folks like being called guud saying it’d help well with sales!" the girl’s tiny voice replied. She hung the clothes on her arms and lifted it the best she could for them to see.

"A good wash and it’ll be better than a new one fo shur! It goes....er...the both of them goes for ten golden coins only!"

Elyria didn’t know whether to cry or weep. Something about the girl reminded her told much of her own past before Elder Medderath had discovered her a dragon living in the human world and had saved her from her Mistress.

The crowd behind them erupted in a noise greater than before. It didn’t take long before all hell broke loose and a stampede began.

Loud gunshots fired up into the air repetitively as people ran helter skelter to seek protection.

"You peasants don’t know to ’ppreciate a good act if it slapped you in thur face!" a grungy looking man yelled out.

"Are you blind child can’t you see the rebels are back?!" An older girl with full lips and gaunt cheeks screamed at the little girl. She rushed to pack up the hampers then pinched the girl’s arm so hard, it tore through her skinny limbs.

To their surprise, the girl barely flinched. It was then they noticed the numerous scars of whips most likely a horse’s all over her neck, legs and shoulders.

"Dear lord..." Elyria started in disbelief.

The girl closed the big umbrella that acted as a shade and room for customers who wanted to try on the clothes, secured the hampers in her arms tightly and and with the crowd, leaving the small girl scurrying to catch up with her.

"We should leave too." Lio said as more gunshots were fired. Even in the chaos, the people still rushed to pack up their wares.

"What could make commodities pricier than your own life?" Elyria murmured as they ran admist the uproar.

Carts, fruit baskets, leafy greens were trampled upon by people with heads and hands full of the wares they could salvage.

The situation got more serious.

Lio grabbed Elyria’s hand and made a run for it in another direction. The rebels who were firing the guns chased after the people shooting without mercy. Bodies dropped in quick succession followed by the men who grabbed whatever the dead people had left behind before gunning down more.

"Get down you peasant! Get down I say!" one of the voices coming from a boy of roughly eighteen years bellowed.

He snatched a basket of pears from a fat middle-aged woman who out of fear, dropped it in front of him in exchange for her life.

"Where’s the manye?!" he yelled again angrier. His long neck and bulging eyes with his entire body wrapped in a military regalia made him look more of a starved fugitive than a military persona.

You peasants don’t know to ’ppreciate a good act if it slapped you in thur face!" a grungy looking man yelled out.

"Are you blind child can’t you see the rebels are back?!" An older girl with full lips and gaunt cheeks screamed at the little girl. She rushed to pack up the hampers then pinched the girl’s arm so hard, it tore through her skinny limbs.

To their surprise, the girl barely flinched. It was then they noticed the numerous scars of whips most likely a horse’s all over her neck, legs and shoulders.

"Dear lord..." Elyria started in disbelief.

The girl closed the big umbrella that acted as a shade and room for customers who wanted to try on the clothes, secured the hampers in her arms tightly and and with the crowd, leaving the small girl scurrying to catch up with her.

"We should leave too." Lio said as more gunshots were fired. Even in the chaos, the people still rushed to pack up their wares.

"What could make commodities pricier than your own life?" Elyria murmured as they ran admist the uproar.

Carts, fruit baskets, leafy greens were trampled upon by people with heads and hands full of the wares they could salvage.

The situation got more serious.

Lio grabbed Elyria’s hand and made a run for it in another direction. The rebels who were firing the guns chased after the people shooting without mercy. Bodies dropped in quick succession followed by the men who grabbed whatever the dead people had left behind before gunning down more.

"Get down you peasant! Get down I say!" one of the voices coming from a boy of roughly eighteen years bellowed.

He snatched a basket of pears from a fat middle-aged woman who out of fear, dropped it in front of him in exchange for her life.

"Where’s the manye?!" he yelled again angrier. His long neck and bulging eyes with his entire body wrapped in a military regalia made him look more of a starved fugitive than a military persona.

You peasants don’t know to ’ppreciate a good act if it slapped you in thur face!" a grungy looking man yelled out.

"Are you blind child can’t you see the rebels are back?!" An older girl with full lips and gaunt cheeks screamed at the little girl. She rushed to pack up the hampers then pinched the girl’s arm so hard, it tore through her skinny limbs.

To their surprise, the girl barely flinched. It was then they noticed the numerous scars of whips most likely a horse’s all over her neck, legs and shoulders.

"Dear lord..." Elyria started in disbelief.

The girl closed the big umbrella that acted as a shade and room for customers who wanted to try on the clothes, secured the hampers in her arms tightly and and with the crowd, leaving the small girl scurrying to catch up with her.

"We should leave too." Lio said as more gunshots were fired. Even in the chaos, the people still rushed to pack up their wares.

"What could make commodities pricier than your own life?" Elyria murmured as they ran admist the uproar.

Carts, fruit baskets, leafy greens were trampled upon by people with heads and hands full of the wares they could salvage.

The situation got more serious.

Lio grabbed Elyria’s hand and made a run for it in another direction. The rebels who were firing the guns chased after the people shooting without mercy. Bodies dropped in quick succession followed by the men who grabbed whatever the dead people had left behind before gunning down more.

"Get down you peasant! Get down I say!" one of the voices coming from a boy of roughly eighteen years bellowed. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He snatched a basket of pears from a fat middle-aged woman who out of fear, dropped it in front of him in exchange for her life.

"Where’s the manye?!" he yelled again angrier. His long neck and bulging eyes with his entire body wrapped in a military regalia made him look more of a starved fugitive than a military persona.