quaila

After taking down the vines from Miguel, he fell to the ground and began to cough and laugh.

All around looked at him and were astonished.

"Why is he laughing?", They muttered one to another.

"I agree to all your terms but one, I can't promise to drop my jokes. My life is and has always been a laughing stock and a thing of mockery. Even when I am not trying men still hate and make fun of me", Miguel said with his palm on the floor as he tried to catch his breath.

"What a nice grip!", He added flirtatiously looking at the girl who had brought him water.

She looked at him and tried to hold back her smile.

Gregory nodded, looked up and exhaled deeply.

"Lock him up!", He added.

"What?! What happened to being everyone's equal?!", Miguel said as he was picked up immediately by Gregory's guards.

"There's no taming you!", Gregory added and walked away.

The men pulled him and threw him in a cell made of thick vines, in which only they can open and close.

After being thrown into the cell he began to laugh.

"Excuse me?!", He said aloud trying to get the attention of one of the guards.

"Yes?! What do you want?!", One replied harshly.

"Just an answer to a question.", Miguel replied.

The guard looked at him attentively without saying a word.

"Do I still get the hairstylist? If yes, is it a male or female?!", Miguel asked playfully.

"Ughf!!", The guard exclaimed, sighed and walked away.

"It seems you still don't understand your position!", another who over heard added, also sighed and walked away.

After they had left, Miguel's face became stern as he concluded his plan.

……

Meanwhile, Luca paced around his room waiting for the Messenger he sent to return with information about Mercury.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

"Lord Luca may I come in?", A voice spoke.

"Yes! Quickly!", Luca replied as the messenger walked in.

"Shut the door behind you!", He added.

The messenger obeyed and walked to him and knelt on the floor.

"My Lord, I have done as requested!", He replied.

"What did you get?!", Luca asked.

"Mercury was seen disguised with master Xenguy a few minutes ago. He went there with a reasonable amount Quegs!", The messenger replied.

"What?!", Luca exclaimed.

"What's he planning?!", Luca added with a stern face.

"I don't know my Lord!", The messenger replied.

After standing paused for a while, he looked out window and walked back to the messenger and added: "Get more messengers! There's a lot to do!"

Afterwards, the messenger left.

Luca stood there and grew furious. He beat himself up for not thinking of this earlier.

.......

In a matter of minutes Miguel was out of the prison, disguised in leaves, designed like the ones he had seen.

So he blended like the rest persons in Phytillia.

As he walked he couldn't help but laugh, wondering how they thought locking him up in the cell where non-phytillians are locked up, thinking that since he is not one of them, he'll be unable to possess their abilities, and seemingly completely forgetting that he was a multi possessor.

Phytillia was truly a beautiful place.

The houses were built in a similar manner. There were topiaries of the difference shapes, structures and sizes all over the place. The ground was soft and beautiful. And everyone here was friendly, greeting themselves and helping each other carry out tasks. They acted like all were related as opposed to other towns in Quaila.

Along the way, he saw a woman run out of her house and began to cry: "Help!"

His attention as well as a lot of other Phytillians' attention was bought by her scream.

"He's dying! My son's dying!", She cried.

And in no time, everyone around had rushed down, dropping everything they were doing to go help.

Miguel followed and got closer to the woman's house, beautifully made of vines like the rest houses in Phytillia.

"He won't make it!!", Some said even though others had already picked up the young boy.

"Creg don't do this to mummy! Creg please!", The mother cried as they took him out of the house.

"Are they any healers around!!", They screamed for help.

Phytillia was like Quaila's market for food, so it is no surprise that a healer would be around.

But after screaming a while, none came to their aid.

The boy soon began to shake violently.

Miguel who had been looking around in hopes that a healer would come to their aid so he doesn't have to reveal himself was left with no choice but to intervene.

To be continued.....