Joon scratches the back of his head. "Well we got a bunch of game toys, instruments, books..."

     My heart flutters immediately upon hearing the word "books". In the palace, I was very limited with what I was allowed to read and know about. I had to sneak novels from my parents and as I got older, it was harder to do so.

     "Can I see the books you got?" I enthusiastically asked.

    "Sure, but you know how to read?" Joon raises his eyebrow.

     Joon still thought I was poor and uneducated, like I told everyone else. Quick, Amira. Think of a good lie! "I have some rich friends. They took pity and taught me," I explained.

     Joon nods. "Every minute with you, I learn something else obscure... well anyways, we have quite a selection." He points to a small room with a bookshelf.

     My eyes scan the giant bookshelf. There were a huge array of books about sewing, cooking, drawing, pictures, history, fiction, science... I finally picked a book about herbs and what to apply for certain ailments. I was really bad at identifying herbs but I wanted to improve.

For hours, I switched reading between the different books. I was in the middle of an erotic romance novel, when Joon walks into the room.

"What ya got there, Aman?" Joon snorts.

I look up and my face blushes. "N-nothing..."

He snatches the book from me. "His hand slipped underneath her robe, feeling her feminine charms... the heck are you reading?"

I point at him. "Hey it's your book! I found it on your shelf, Joon."

Now it was Joon's turn to be embarrassed. "Alright alright. Anyways, I've finally made it," He reveals.

"Made what, exactly?" My curiosity was increasing with each second, forgetting the humiliating moment from seconds ago.

"This." From his back, one of his hands reveals a beautiful black cloth. He gives me the cloth, and I immediately identify what it is.

        "It's a mask," I run my fingers along the gorgeously crafted detail.

      Joon nods. "I made this especially for you. This mask has several ways to knot so it will be tight but not suffocating and will definitely not slip off. Unlike your scarf..."

      I'm embarrassed but put on the mask anyways. It takes me about fifteen seconds and I'm able to tie it. Most comfortable mask I've ever put on. I look in the mirror besides the shelf, and it flawlessly covers half my face. And it's was very stylish, too.

     "It's really exquisite and unique... but why would you do this for me?" I question his generosity.

     "Like I told you, you saved my cousin and me, I was indebted to you and no debt goes unpaid. I think this mask will be great to use when you defend the poor," he explains.

     I nod slowly but I'm puzzled. "H-how do you know I've saved people before? Besides you and your cousin."

    "Like I also told you, many people have been talking about The Warrior since the day you defeated the bully royal in the market place. There were a few civilians that suspected you were back this year, because bystanders described a masked person defending random people on the street. And you saved me and I immediately identified you."

    I'm amazed by his intelligence on figuring the truth of one of my identifies, but I really needed to head out. "Well, thanks so much. I'll be leaving now," I nod and put the mask in my sling bag.

    "Wait!" Joon calls out and steps in front of me. "I want you to bring The Warrior, your hero identity back, Aman," he demands.

    I'm bewildered. "Why do you exactly want that?"

     Joon sighs and explains. "I was always so quiet and withdrawn as a kid, but you inspired me to defend myself. The way you stepped in and protected my cousin in the marketplace... I realized that I needed to stand up for myself and others too. That's why I refuse to give my money to those old gang thieves today. You gave me that power, Aman," Joon gazes sincerely into my eyes.

      "I'm really flattered but I'm not sure..." I look away.

       "You need to help other people, too. Although we're in one of the richest kingdoms, there's still a lot of poverty and corruption that occurs. You can become a symbol of power that can give the poor the strength to fight back. My cowardly cousin, who has never fought before, took defense classes after you left," Joon explains.

     "I-I don't know. Thanks so much but I have to go, Joon." If I didn't leave his dad's tailor shop soon, then I'd be late arriving to the women's academy.

      Joon nods and bows. "Please think about it. It would be my honor to create masks for you to hide your identity."

      I bow back. "I promise I will think it through. Thank you so much for your kindness." And then I head out of the shop, into the darkness of the night.

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