Blake was in the kitchen making breakfast when his father came out. He barely noticed him as he came in. He wasn't really paying attention to anything. A hand pulled him away from the stove and into a chair. He blinked a little bit before he fell asleep again. He was reawaken by the smell of food under his nose. He rubbed his eyes and looked up to see his dad holding a plate of food. He looked down as he took the plate and started eating. His father sat down beside him and they ate in silence. His father finally broke the silence.

"What did you want to talk to me about yesterday?" Blake reached into his pocket and pulled out yesterday's money. They didn't have the money to get new clothes so it was normal to be in the same clothes. He held it out.

"We can almost pay off one of the bills with this." His father's eyes lit up.

"Really? That's two possible bills! I just got another bill ready to pay. Lemme see." He looked over the money and smiled. He ruffled Blake's hair and smiled. "If you can get this amount today, we might be able to pay off all the bills!" Blake's eyes lit up as he stood up and saluted. "That's my boy! Go grab your things! We've got things to do!"

!~!~!~!

Whitley quickly went to the market. If the boy was the infamous ragdoll, then he would be at work. And her suspicions were right. He was running to who knows where. He was approaching the crowd of no pass. He took a deep breath and shouted.

"ARBEITSLINIE! GEH ZUR SEITE! SOFORT!"

They made a tunnel and let him through before closing the gap. She flew over it and saw him stop at a house. An elderly woman was waiting.

"Ah... Danke fürs Kommen. Die Post machte einen kleinen Spaziergang."

"Ich werde es bekommen. Es ist alles gut."

He went and grabbed the mail that was being dragged by the wind. He then went over and helped her through it. He seemed very gentle and patient with the lady. Even after that he helped her inside. He went out and was counting a small amount of cash that he must've earned. He then put it in his pocket and went to go find more work. He was rather calm and never said no to work. He didn't say no to anything. He received money as he helped and worked. But the one thing she did notice was he was always in the clouds. He ran into more people than she took down battles. Most of the things that happened was he either was smacked around or they had him do something. She wanted to meet his family. But eventually he went home. He went to a small hut. She couldn't believe it. There was a man waiting for him. He quickly counted the money. A smile crossed his face.

"We did it, Sohn Kumpel Junge. We can finally pay off the bills. Come on."

The boy smiled as they went to go do the payment. Whitley frowned. Something was off. There was a slight aggressiveness in the man's voice. She couldn't quite find it. They went back after the payment. It wasn't long before the man knocked the boy out. It shocked her after all his work. He dragged him inside and slammed the door. She growled a bit before teleporting to her room for bed. The letter was softly glowing. She froze upon it. She went to touch it, but it stopped. She was still missing something. But what? What was she missing. She gulped as she went to bed. She was almost there.

!~!~!~!

She went to go find him the next day. She found him, as well as Black. He was talking to one of the market workers. The same one that the boy was working at. No coincidence. He did this every once in a while. He noticed her and went over. She looked away.

"Ah... gnädige Frau Whitley. Can I get you something?"

"Nein."

"English is preferred. We might have to get married."

"Well you better either start learning or get a translator. Cause English is for the weak."

"Cold, eh?"

"I'm not allowing my name to change to Zunda, Black. You can go give it to someone who deserves it. Like... Frau Dame die Erste White?"

He blushed lightly before looking away. White was practically the highest chair of families. Her family was often confused with the royal family. White had said that someone had been able to tell the difference. She never found out who it was. The shop owner waved over to Black.

"Oberfeldwebel Black." He smiled as he went over. The owner was holding something. He handed Black his sword. He smiled.

"Very good... very well made..." He turned to the owner. "Who did this magnificent work?" The owner seemed confused. Whitley went over and giggled.

"Oberfeldwebel Black Ich fragte mich, wer die Arbeit gemacht hat." The owner laughed as Black scolded her.

"gnädige Frau Whitley, Der junge Herr Ragdoll hat es geschafft. Er ist ein wahrer Experte in der Kunst zu helfen und zu arbeiten. Sehr gut in seiner Arbeit in der ganzen Stadt."

The boy smiled faintly before he turned to a broken sword. It had a large piece missing. It looked unfixable. But he brought some water up and got to work. She turned to the owner. Black was trying to ask something else, but was badly struggling.

"What do you mean by Ragdoll?" She giggled.

"Black... his exact words were: 'young mister Ragdoll did it. He is a true expert in the art of helping and work. Very good in his work all over the town.' You should really listen and learn." He growled before smiling at the owner.

"What kinds of work does he do?"

"Welche Art von Arbeit macht er?" He glared at her. She smiled evilly as the owner spoke.

"Er macht alle Arten von Arbeit. Er geht immer zu einer älteren Dame, die dort unten wohnt, um ihr mit Post und anderen Dingen zu helfen. Er macht immer entweder immer kleinere Arbeiten oder ganztägige Jobs. Es ist nie jeden Tag dasselbe. Er arbeitet die ganze Stadt." Black looked confused until Whitley spoke.

"'He does all kinds of work. He always goes to an older lady who lives down there to help her with mail and other things. He always does smaller jobs or all day jobs. It's never the same every day. He works the whole city.'"

"That sinks..." He looked over at the boy. The sword he was working on was all fixed up and looked fresh. He went over to the owner and held it out.

"Was gibt es sonst noch zu tun?"

"Hinten befinden sich drei Achsen. Sie brauchen dringend Reparaturen. Dann müssen Sie an den Köchern und allen Schwertern an der Wand arbeiten." The boy nodded before he went to go do the work.

"He should go easy on him." Black mumbled. "He can't do everything."

"The owner just said that he does work for the whole town. Were you not listening?"

"Nope. I was more listening to your loving voice." She scoffed.

"Geh und hol eine Freundin."

"English."

"Nien." His sword was in her face.

"I'll win."

"Beginne mit dir."

"Fine."

He raised his sword and slashed down at her. She shut her eyes and waited. Silence had fallen upon the air. She opened her eyes to see the boy in between them. He had a scar on his arm from the sword. Her eyes widened at the sight. Black hissed.

"Out of the way. Don't you have better things to do?" The boy huffed, surprising him.

"If my father taught me anything, it's to never harm a lady." Water circled his hand. "I'll be your opponent." Black laughed.

"You will do nothing with your weak form. What can you do?" The boy looked him dead in the eye.

"I may not look like it, but you'll see the power that I hide." Black smiled evilly as the boy glanced back at her. "Please stay back, gnädige Frau Whitley."

She gulped before backing up. Black chuckled. This was a battle that she was hoping for a certain result. She didn't know how to get her way of the field. Black smiled as he launched at the boy. The two clashed, water against sword. They held for a moment before Black struck.

"THUNDER DRAGON... SMASHER!"

The boy jumped perfectly out of the way before sending small blasts of water at Black. The blast cut Black's cheek, which caught him off guard. Then he got mad.

"BLASTER!"

Whitley's eyes widened. No one has lived from that. She lost her mother to the attack. The boy made a water shield and the attack slammed into.

"It's best to surrender!" The boy scoffed as he held the attack. Black increased the power, causing Whitley to panic. The boy smiled as his eyes flashed.

"MOONWILLOW!"

A magic circle appeared under him as the attack got stronger. The boy's smile got bigger as if he was seeing something great.

"HUEXOCOATL!"

The shield broke, which made Whitley panic and Black cheer. But something felt off as it hit the boy. The smoke only stayed for a minute before an identical blast raced out of it and hit Black, making him take a knee. He looked up to see the boy walking over.

"How... that blast should have killed you!" The boy huffed.

"Huexocoult is a selective creature that aids certain families and lone travelers so that they aren't fighting alone and in the dark. Moonwillow is a rain dove that sends a protective shield to blast enemies with their own attacks without harming the attacked. You should be careful with what you use on certain people." The boy turned and went over to Whitley. She was shocked by the result but glad. "Geht es dir gut, gnädige Frau Whitley?"

"Ja. Vielen Dank. Darf ich den Namen der Person erfahren, die so freundlich geholfen hat?" The boy hesitated before smiling faintly. He obviously tried to get out of it, but he wasn't going to get his but kicked.

"Blake Fedorov."

"Whitley Alpin."

The two shook hands and Blake went back to work. She smiled before teleporting back to her room. The letter was not only glowing, but it was floating. She went over and it almost entered her hand. She smiled as she was able to open it. It had information about Blake and statistics that would make their families perfect. She smiled. Not only was this perfect news, but she felt a connection with him. She hoped that tomorrow she could ask him to the festival. She decided to release her worries and rest.

!~!~!~!

Blake arrived at home to see an angry father.

"I heard you got into a fight." Blake gulped and quickly spoke.

"The opponent was about to hit a lady. I wouldn't allow it." His father raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't think you would use my words against me. Not bad. But you're still getting punished."

His vision decided to cover up the pain as he blacked out. But one thing's for sure.

He proved how much stronger trust was against magic.