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— Ângelo… today is Pilgrims' Day.
Ângelo's eyes went wide, and he almost screamed, startling half the street.
— WHAT?! Today?! But… the Pilgrims' Day is supposed to be tomorrow!
— Ah, you've really been distracted, — sighed Tocre, running a hand through his hair. — It's been Pilgrims' Day since sunrise.
Ângelo refused to believe it. He ran up to a nearby group of girls and asked:
— Hey, excuse me… what day is it today?
The girls laughed as if they'd just seen a comedian on stage.
— Pilgrims' Day, obviously! — one of them said.
— What a strange kid, — another giggled, covering her mouth.
Ângelo slumped, embarrassed.
— I can't believe it… I swear it was tomorrow. Must be all the training with my dad… — He flexed his arm, showing off his muscles. — Sometimes when we train too much, we lose track of time, right?
Tocre inhaled deeply, accustomed to his cousin's antics.
— Keep going like this, and soon you won't even know where you are.
— Alright, alright… — Ângelo said, shaking his head. — Since it's Pilgrims' Day, we could check out the market. I heard they've got some cool artifacts.
Tocre's eyes flickered with subtle excitement.
— Yes. And I heard of a teleportation artifact. It works three times before it disintegrates. Rare… and expensive. But during the festival, it might be affordable.
Ângelo smiled confidently:
— I just want something flashy for my room. A trophy for my genius.
— Showing off as always, — Tocre commented, a half-smile forming.
The Pilgrims' Market
They weaved through the city until reaching the massive central square. The atmosphere was chaotic, vibrant, and buzzing with energy. Children dueled with magical swords, others tested small explosives, young people demonstrated techniques — smoke, lights, and laughter filling every corner.
Ângelo froze.
— WOW… — he murmured, nearly drooling. — I don't even know where to look first!
— I see, — Tocre replied in his neutral tone. — Visual overstimulation tends to affect… simpler minds.
— Huh? — Ângelo blinked, confused. — What did you say?
— Nothing.
Vendors called out from all sides:
— Hey, kids! Come see these trinkets!
— Young man in the suit! You look rich!
— Come, come! Student discounts!
Ângelo laughed.
— I think your suit is attracting way too much attention, prince of wealth.
Tocre glanced at his attire, serious:
— You're right. My suit really doesn't belong in such… vulgar surroundings.
Ângelo opened his mouth… then shut it.
— You're impossible, man. — He continued walking.
They stopped abruptly in front of a brightly lit stall. What caught their attention first wasn't the merchandise… but the seller.
A young woman with long, straight white hair and calm, inviting eyes smiled naturally. Her presence seemed magnetic.
— Welcome, gentlemen, — she said. — You're in luck. We have the best trinkets in the market.
On the shelves were everything: tiny glowing spheres, pulsating mini-crystals, foldable swords, strange mechanisms, jars of colored smoke, even dormant artificial creatures.
— Wow… — Ângelo murmured. — I don't even understand what half of this is, but it looks awesome.
— Feel free to browse. We've got everything: multiplication trinkets, shrinking, paralysis, and even more… scientific artifacts.
— Like this ball? — Ângelo pointed at a metallic blue sphere.
— Ah! Excellent eye. That's an Electromagnetic Orb.
Legend says a Lightning Warrior used it when he was near death. The energy stored inside saved his life. In short, it absorbs and stores vital energy.
Ângelo didn't think twice — he stuffed it in his pocket.
— I'll take it. You never know when you might run out of energy, right?
— In your case, — Tocre commented — probably all the time.
Ângelo ignored him.
Tocre then pointed at a strange, dark glass hourglass.
— And this one? What does it do?
The girl smiled, excited:
— Ah, this one is special. A Spatial Folding Hourglass. It teleports the user by temporarily bending the fabric of space-time, respecting the dimensional relation between origin point and—
Ângelo started sweating, overwhelmed.
— Blah, blah, blah, blah… — he muttered.
— Simply put, — she summarized — it takes you wherever you think. But only three times.
Tocre's eyes glimmered.
— Exactly what I was looking for.
— Wow, Tocre, you're actually creative with gadgets, — Ângelo said.
— Always have been.
They bought a few more items, filling their bags, and continued down the street as night fell. Fireworks exploded, illuminating houses and the golden glow of rooftops.
The Pilgrims' Statue
At the center of the square stood a massive statue: the two Pilgrims — kneeling, heads bowed.
— How strange, — Ângelo said. — Weren't they supposed to be powerful? Why are they kneeling instead of striking an epic pose?
Tocre studied it silently for a few seconds.
— Perhaps because their purpose was never to rule… but to serve. Legend says all the power we see today came from them. Maybe they kneel to symbolize humility… not power.
— I wish I could have met them. Been friends with them. That'd be cool!
Tocre chuckled lightly.
— They would have taken you down in the blink of an eye.
— Yeah… probably, — Ângelo admitted with a crooked smile.
They walked on, the city glowing ever brighter with colorful lights.
Suddenly, a sharp noise echoed from a side street.
A small body tumbled onto the ground.
A child.
Ângelo's eyes widened.
A car stopped nearby, people shouting.
They ran immediately.
Mark, a nine-year-old boy, lay on the ground, breathing deeply, trying not to cry. Ângelo knelt beside him, gently checking him over.
— Mark? Mark?! Can you move? — His voice trembled with concern.
Mark slowly turned his face, eyes wide… and let out a cry.
— Oww! Well… the good thing about mastering the water element is my bones are extremely flexible…
Ângelo sighed in relief.
— So… you're okay?
— Not really! — Mark protested. — I still feel the pain, and moving won't be that easy!
Ângelo scratched his head.
— So you guys from… um… — He froze, forgetting the name of the Water Empire region.
Tocre, always attentive, filled in calmly.
— Nephra Archipelago… or simply Talisa.
— That's it! Talisa! — Ângelo said. — You're good at healing. So we just need to take him home, right?
Tocre crossed his arms, nodding.
— Yes, we should take him home. That's the right decision.
Ângelo, already moving, said:
— Hmm… maybe we should take him to the hospital.
Tocre raised an eyebrow.
— We could. But his house is better equipped than a standard hospital.
— Yeah… makes sense, — Ângelo agreed.
They carefully lifted Mark. The crowd nearby approached, worried, but Ângelo waved them off.
— It's okay, everyone! He's our friend. We'll take him home!
They walked down the illuminated street, fireworks exploding overhead, painting the night sky in vivid colors.