It was a very harsh and sunny day, the sky was blue to the edge of the world, the sun kept the sand hot under his naked feet. The wind kept blowing, his clothes and hair following in it's fancy manners. The young man had set his tent at the village market, the view of the desert reminding himself of home. He frowned at the idea of those idiots up there, looking down on him as he made his life as a mortal, force to things he didn't like. This was no way for a god like him to live. He was immortal of course, but still, to be here, in the dirt like all those commoners, felt horrible.
While he placed the items on the display table, soon, people would flock to the market in order to make their trades. He was ready, a lot of items were set and he could make a little fortune with these, but this place didn't have much rich customers. Even tough it was difficult, he hadn't much choice so far. As the needle of the sand clock reach twelve, people started coming in and the young man was ready.
The sells went well for a while, most people had no idea what they were buying but the items looked good and well maintain. Mostly jewelry and others trinquets of the sort. All of them were pretty well made and looked the part all right. They were items he had find in his travel and would sell off if they weren't of much interest to him.
Once the rush was over, he started packing his stuff and got ready to leave, that was, until a commotion happened. Someone started screaming and beating sound could be heard. A crowd started to gather around the scene. Ruvyk didn't wanted to get in but as he wanted to left, the crowd pushed him further toward the scene and before he knew it, he was at the front lines, looking at a child been beaten by a man.
-You little thief! Give back what you stole! Rascal!-
The tall man called while giving another hit on the child, wich was crying and screaming, trying to escape. The kid lift his eyes toward the crowd and their eyes meet, he extended his hand toward him.
-H..help!...Help me!!! Pleeeeaaase!!-
The child called. Ruvyk felt shiver down his spine as the curse was urging him to help the child, despite not wanting too. Why had he see him? Why had he ask him for help? He greet his teeth once more and walk out of the crowd toward the child and the man, wich looked at him surprised.
-Leave that child alone...you've done more then enough...-
Ruvyk said, slowly, looking at the man straight in the eyes.
-Who are you?! Mind your own business!-
-I'm this child caretaker...I'm sorry for any trouble he made, release him and I'll pay for what he took from you...-
The young man didn't feel like fighting and he had plenty of jewel he could easily give away for the child's sake. The man seemed to hesitate a moment and left the child, wich crumbled to the ground. Ruvyk walked to the man and gave him a bottle filled to the brim with some liquid.
-This is a potion of Life, it will grant you many years to live, use it wisely...-
He then took the child by the waist and made his way back trough the crowd to reach his tent. The man had not opposed the gift, instead, he was looking at it with surprise and wonder.
