In a quaint little village called Deela, there stood a bakery. The bakery was made out of stone and had a large window in the front so that passersby could see the delectable cakes and loaves of bread inside. A fire burned merrily in the fireplace and fiercely in the ovens in the back room. The village baker had recently begun training his son, Alexander Pinbrook, to be a baker as well. At the moment, the baker was out gathering more supplies and Alexander was alone in the bakery.
Outside the bakery stood two teenage girls. One was tall and thin, with long caramel-colored hair. She was dressed in a turquoise shirt and a magenta bodice along with loose dark blue pants. The other had short, black hair and dark brown skin. She wore a short-sleeved purple shirt with a mint green stripe running diagonally across it and black leggings.
“Okay, Rosie!” The caramel haired girl addressed her companion. “It’s been two days since we left home and we’re out of food! All we have to do is steal a loaf of bread from this bakery!”
“Moth, are sure about this?” Rosie asked. “I mean, I thought you were a hero and the Chosen One! A hero wouldn’t steal from a bakery!”
“Sometimes heroes have to do things that are bad! It makes me morally complex and emphasizes my inner struggle!” Moth said.
“Okay. Just don’t get caught!” Rosie was worried, but she knew that Moth was as stubborn as a mule.
“I won’t! I’m a master of stealth!” Moth said, just before tripping over her own feet and landing on the ground with a crash. She stood up and dusted herself off. “Master of stealth.”
Moth opened the door to the bakery and crept towards a basket containing a loaf of freshly baked bread. But before she could grab the bread, Moth noticed a massive cake in a corner.
I want that cake. She thought as she walked over to it.
Just as Moth was about to grab the cake and make a run for it she felt someone lift her up by the shirt collar.
Moth rotated in his hand and found herself staring into the face of a handsome young man. His skin was the color of honey and his eyes were a beautiful deep black. His hair was floppy and looked soft. Moth wanted to touch it.
“Stop, thief!” The baker said.
“Rosie!” Moth shouted. “Now!”
Rosie rushed into the bakery and stood there, unsure of what to do.
“Grab his legs!” Moth shouted.
“What?” The baker asked, confused. Rosie lunged towards the baker and latched onto his legs.
The baker attempted to shake Rosie off while still holding onto Moth. It didn’t work out and he dropped her by accident.
“Ha!” Moth laughed.
The baker grabbed onto her hand before she could leave. “You’re not going anywhere until you give that bread back and explain why you took it!”
When Moth turned around, her green eyes were gleaming with excitement. She put the bread back in the basket and walked towards Alexander. “You want me to explain?”
“Yes, I want you to explain why you took the bread.” The baker said, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice. He noticed Rosie standing behind Moth and frantically miming that he had made the wrong choice.
“Oh, I’ll explain alright.” She said with the air of an evil mastermind whose plan has just fallen into place.
“Moth, are you sure? We don’t want to take up too much time and-” Rosie started but Moth cut her off.
“What’s your name?” She asked the baker.
“Alexander Pinbrook.” He said.
“Well, Alex, let me tell you a little story. A little story I like to call: The Ballad of Moth Dezzo. You might want to sit down. Come to think of it, do you have anywhere more comfy we could sit?”
Alexander didn’t know why he was giving into this girl’s crazy demands as he led Moth and Rosie into the back room of his bakery and pulled up a couple of chairs for them.
“Great,” Moth said, seating herself in the chair closest to the fire. “Here we go.”
“A very long time ago, a prophecy was told by a great wizard named Graygrath the Green! Unfortunately, he was called Graygrath the Green because he was utterly new to the world of wizards and was constantly spouting prophecies willy nilly, so no one believed him. But Graygrath was not deterred! He went into a cave for a hundred years and wrote his prophecy down! And then he died. But then a group of explorers went into the cave and discovered the prophecy! The prophecy went as follows:
Long before and far away
There lives a child as pretty as the day
This child will grow alone and pale
And over and over she will fail
But time will pass and she will grow
And then she will become a hero
“And that child was me!” Moth used both of her thumbs to point at herself.
“How do you know?” Alexander asked.
“What do you mean?” Moth asked.
“How do you know that the prophecy was talking about you? It sounds like it was pretty general.”
“It was talking about me!” Moth yelled.
“Whatever you say, weirdo.” Alexander turned away. “I have to get back to work.”
“No! I won’t leave until you say I’m the Chosen One.” Moth crossed her arms.
Alexander could tell by her expression that she was serious. “Fine. You’re the Chosen One.” He said in his most bored, ticked off, I-do-not-have-the-time-to-do-this-today voice.
“Thank you.” Moth said, smiling. “You know, you’re not so bad. Would you like to join our party?”
“In your dreams! Take the bread and leave me alone!” Alexander exploded and shooed Moth and Rosie out of his bakery.
The pair of girls ended up on the street.
“Well, let’s go make camp.” Moth said and Rosie followed her off into the sunset.
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