I look up and meet Mark's brown eye's. "Mark... um, hi", I say blushing. "Excuse me... oh, my name tag", Mark says smiling, he begin ringing my items up. "Wow, looks like you got alot of junk food, sometimes I wish my parents would let me get this stuff, but them when I buy it theey eat it all up before I get any", he jokes with a smile. "Do you know when you'll get more apple chips", I ask looking over. "Excuse me... oh, I donno... you know, you and a girl I know must really like those...you have like three bags here, she'll get mad when she gets here and sees...", Mark says after blinking several times. "I do really like them", I say with a slight smile. "Trish... is that you", Mark says looking closer. "Yeah, um... thanks", I say before getting my bags. It fells like Mark's eye's are on me until I get to my bike, which I found out that they were when I turned around to get a bag I forgot. I rode home and put the bags on the bar. "What am I ganna do", I whisper. A knock on the door make me jump, then I go to the door. "Yes", I ask. "I have a delivery for Trish Goldfiend", an older man says. I smile and open the door. "That's me", I say. "Alright, here is your package from Valmont industries, I'm ganna need you to sign here", the man says staring at me. "Okay", I say before signing my name on the board. "Here you go ma'am, have a nice day", the man says putting a small, but seemingly heavy box by my feet. "Thank you, you too", I say before closing the door. I look down at the box. "Valmont again... wait", I look around. "After I blew that whistle, that guy showed up, then this happend", I whisper looking at the mirror by the door again. "He must be doing it", I add nodding. "I though you would never blow the whistle", a voice says. I turn to meet dark purplish-red eye's. "Who... who are you, what do you want", I ask backing up. "No, please... I am here to serve you", a thin, pale man says as he kneels infront of me. "What...", I relax and look at him. "Please do not fear me, I do not wish to harm you", the man says bowing his head. "Okay, what's going on", I ask. "You are The Mage", he says. "What do you mean", I ask sittind down on the floor infront of him. He pulls the box to me and begins opening it. "Valmont is The King and I am your servant; The Mages assistant", the man says looking up at me with a large book sitting in the open box. "What do you mean, The King", I ask. "I was told to come to you when you blew the whistle...", he stops. "There is a King, a Queen, a Prince, a Mage; you, a Jester... a Knight and a Warlock", he says. "What's your name... your going to be my 'assistant', so I gotta know", I say with a raised eyebrow. "I am Dimetri... please use me as needed", he says bowing his head again.

I'll put the next one up soon *smile*