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Chapter 3|Echoes of Kindness|
In the heart of Eldoria, where unspoken stories unfold, kindness becomes the melody that bridges the gaps between souls, creating echoes that resonate far beyond the bustling streets.
- Snow
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Author's Pov
In the bustling streets of Eldoria, a man clad in worn and tattered clothing navigated through the busy marketplace, his weary footsteps echoing against the cobblestone pavement.
His gaze settled on a modest-looking shop, its weathered sign creaking gently in the breeze, and he hesitantly stepped inside.
The shop owner, engrossed in organizing the array of food items, was interrupted by the stranger's presence.
...: Sir?
The shop owner turned to face the newcomer, a disdainful expression forming on his face as he observed the shabby attire of the visitor.
Shop Owner: What? Why are you here?
...: S-Sir, can I get something to eat?
The shop owner scrutinized the man, his inquiry delivered with a stern tone that sent a shiver down the stranger's spine.
Shop Owner: Do you have money?
The man shook his head in response, his eyes downcast with a mix of shame and desperation.
...: N-no, Sir.
A loud, mocking laughter erupted from the shop owner, the sound reverberating off the walls and causing the other patrons to cast curious glances in their direction.
Shop Owner: Then how will I give the food to you?
Undeterred by the shop owner's derision, the hungry man spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of his hunger and despair.
...: Please, Sir. I am h-hungry.
He clutched his stomach, the hollow ache a constant reminder of his dire circumstances.
The shop owner, unyielding in his judgment, raised his voice, his frustration boiling over like a cauldron on the brink of eruption.
Shop Owner: Why should I? You don't have anything to give me.
His harsh words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating the man with their cruelty.
...: S-Sir, I don't have an-ything with me now. I swear, I w-ill give you money once I get it. P-please provide me with something to e-at.
He joined his hands in a desperate plea, his vulnerability on full display for all to see.
The shop owner, blinded by his own greed and impatience, exploded with anger.
Shop Owner: I AM NOT A RICH PERSON TO PROVIDE YOU FREE FOOD! GET OUT!
With force, he shoved the man out of the shop, the crowd now fully engaged in the unfolding scene, their murmurs of disapproval blending into a cacophony of noise.
As the man stumbled on the brink of falling, a reassuring hand extended to support him, a beacon of light in the darkness of his despair.
Looking up, he encountered the determined gaze of a girl around his age, her eyes reflecting a mix of compassion and defiance.
...: Are you okay?
Her voice, filled with genuine concern, washed over him like a soothing balm, offering solace in the midst of chaos.
The shop owner, taken aback by this unexpected intervention, sneered at the pair, his arrogance undiminished by the girl's display of compassion.
Shop Owner: Mind your own business, girl. He's just a beggar.
Undeterred by the shop owner's disdain, the girl shot back with a glare.
The girl is none other than Y/N.
Y/N: Everyone deserves to be treated with kindness. You shouldn't humiliate someone in need.
The crowd, initially mere spectators, began to murmur, some nodding in agreement with her words.
She turned her attention back to the man, her gaze softening with empathy as she reached out to help him regain his footing.
Y/N: Come with me. I'll make sure you get something to eat.
Guiding him away from the hostile scene, she led the man to her grandmother's nearby bakery, her steps steady and determined.
As they entered the bakery, the enchanting aroma of freshly baked goods surrounded them, a comforting embrace that enveloped them in warmth and welcome.
Noticing the distress on the man's face, Y/N's grandmother approached them, with concern.
Y/N: Grandma, here you go.
Y/N handed her the ingredients she had just bought, her voice gentle yet resolute.
Grandma: What happened, dear?
Concerned, Grandma's voice was a soothing melody in the air, offering solace and understanding in equal measure.
Y/N: Grandma, this man was treated poorly at the shop. Can we give him something to eat?
She asked as her heart is aching at the thought of leaving the man hungry and alone.
Grandma: Of course, dear. Everyone is welcome here.
Her words, spoken with unwavering kindness.
Overwhelmed by this unexpected act of kindness, the man hesitated before expressing his gratitude, his voice choked with emotion.
...: Th-thank you. I didn't expect anyone to help me.
He stammered, his eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart heavy with the weight of his gratitude.
Y/N: No one should go hungry. We're happy to help.
Her reassurance was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, warming his heart and filling him with hope.
The grandmother served a hearty meal, each dish prepared with love and care, the aroma tantalizing his senses and filling him with anticipation.
As he savored each bite, a sense of gratitude and warmth filled the air, casting a gentle glow on his face, his heart overflowing with appreciation for the kindness shown to him.
Y/N: You seem to be new here. I haven't seen you around.
Her remark was filled with genuine interest, her curiosity piqued by the man's presence in their small town.
...: I am from the nearby village.
He revealed, his voice soft yet filled with a sense of longing for the place he once called home.
Curious, Y/N asked about Eldoria, her genuine interest in his origins warming his heart and easing his sense of loneliness.
Y/N: How is Eldoria?
Her question, spoken with genuine curiosity, was like a lifeline in the vast sea of his loneliness, offering him a sense of connection and belonging.
...: I just wanted to know about Eldoria.
He replied slowly, his words hesitant yet filled with a longing for connection and understanding.
Y/N: Some are like that. Don't mind them. Other than those, Eldoria welcomes all.
Y/N's comforting words were like a soothing balm to his wounded soul, offering him solace and understanding in his moment of need.
Y/N: Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.
She apologized, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity, her genuine kindness shining through her words.
Y/N: I am Y/N.
Though hesitant, he shook hands with her and introduced himself, his heart filled with gratitude for her kindness and compassion.
Their conversation continued, each word spoken with warmth and understanding, their connection deepening with each passing moment.
As he prepared to leave, Y/N encouraged him not to hesitate to visit again, her words a promise of friendship and support in his time of need.
Grandma, recognizing the significance of their encounter, handed him a basket of food, symbolizing not just sustenance but the warmth of newfound connections.
...: Thank you so much. I will never forget you.
He expressed with a genuine smile, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the kindness shown to him.
Y/N: We won't forget you either.
Y/N replied, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity, her heart touched by the man's gratitude and appreciation.
As he bid them farewell with a sincere "Bye", Y/N added with a smile, her heart filled with hope for his future.
Y/N: Bye, Vante.
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As he strolled away from her residence, he snapped his fingers with a flair of magic.
In the blink of an eye, his entire appearance transformed, and a mischievous smile played on his lips as he glanced at the basket in his hands.
With a closing of his eyes, he harnessed the power of teleportation, whisking himself away to his majestic castle.
Upon arriving, he gracefully treaded through the grandeur of his abode, and every person present instinctively bowed in deference.
A commanding voice echoed,
....: Where do you think you are going, Prince Taehyung?
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