Seven Elements
Who Are They "Seven"?

Tomorrow morning, in the backyard of the house, Rhys stood watching some dwarves repairing the cracked wall of yesterday's ruckus.

Chiara told Zaid to get up to take a shower; she had been taking a bath since he came home from taking Elena home early in the morning.

"Where is the boy?" zaid asked half-consciously while walking lazily to the bathroom.

"Elena, I'm taking you home."

"Oh... Good." Zaid.

"After a shower and breakfast you come with me to the market. We bought new clothes for you" Chiara said.

"Good." Zaid who had entered the bathroom closed the door.

You can see both of Zaid's legs begin to be washed with water. He started to shower.

"Oh yeah, your clothes just finished I was washed. Now it's being sunburned. So, inevitably you go to the market using my clothes again, Zaid," Chiara exclaimed in the kitchen. She was cooking, her back to the bathroom door.

Women's clothes again, Zaid grumbled in his heart.

"Why don't you buy it for me?" ask Zaid behind the bathroom.

"I want it to be like that" cried Chiara, "but I don't know your taste; I don't know what kind of clothes you like. So, you better come along."

"My house is far from the city, how could I care what clothes look like, nice or ordinary?"

"But I think you should stay, Zaid. You need nice clothes for the festival tonight" Chiara explained. "Why do you want, when you come or go home, the dwarf mocks you? Like 'God I thought yesterday she was your little sister, turns out she was a little beggar. Come on in, kid', or 'Goodbye little beggar... Oh yes, son, even if you are a beggar, beg properly! Don't ask women's clothes for you to wear!'."

Zaid grunting. "What do you think I am? after all, does anyone sell beggars?"

"Chiara laughed a little. "If I'm stingy and have no pity on you, maybe I should buy it for you. Why am I throwing away so much money?"

Zayd did not answer. There is no answer in the bathroom. He's obviously upset.

There was no word from Zaid, Chiara said, "No-no I'm just kidding."

Chiara then laughed again. "You better speed up your bath, sorry to make your bath a little longer.

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After finishing breakfast, Zaid and Chiara went straight to the market on foot.

"Hhhh... Why do we have to walk there?" lamented Zaid.

"sorry I don't have a horse. The distance to the market is not too far.

Zaid sighed, resignedly. Then he looked around, he looked at the houses on his left right, most of the walls of the houses were made of wooden planks. Some others are stone-walled. He had also just passed through the barn, also the building where the blacksmith worked.

The sound of horseback slowly rang out from behind the two, the longer the sound of horse racing grew louder, but Zaid and Chiara ignored it, until the horse was right beside them.

"Hey, Beautiful girl, do you need a ride?" greet the middle-aged man, who was none other than a charioteer.

Chiara turned her head, "Oh, there's no need for uncle."

"Hey, come on. We'll take the horse-drawn carriage, please" Zaid said.

"No, Zaid, I don't bring much money, we'll be there any minute."

Hearing the second conversation, the carpenter asked, "Where are you going?" If it's not far away, let me just deliver it, you don't have to pay" he bargained.

Chiara felt bad. "ee... No-no, there's really no need. We'll be here any minute. Probably about a kilometre la-"

"Sir Chiara!" zaid exclaimed, "why are you still raving there? Hurry along! Just up!" Zaid has been going up since.

Chiara is getting bad.

"Here you go, let's go quickly, don't be shy. Your little sister is not ashamed" persuaded the charioteer.

Chiara thought of something, but...

wait, maybe it should be like that, he thought.

"Have you?" asked the boatman looking back. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled the bridle, spurred the horse.

Chiara and Zaid focused on looking ahead.

"What's the name of you two?"

"My name is Chiara, and she's Zaid, my sister, Uncle," Chiara said.

"Eh, since when have you been my sister?" timpal. He did not understand why Chiara suddenly spoke like that.

Chiara gave a signal to be quiet. "Shhh!"

"About that, I actually knew the boy was a boy, just I don't know why he was wearing pink. And as for whether or not she's your sister, I'm actually just talking. I didn't think you were sisters, but you didn't look alike" explained the wagonists at length.

Chiara seemed to think. "E, yes, because he's my foster brother. About five years ago, my father found him crying on the side of the road, and he looked confused. He just kept saying, 'Mom! Mama! Where are you?', while weeping. And out of pity, my foster father took her home and raised her as a child. Maybe that's why we don't look alike."

"Ooh, that's..."

"And about that pink shirt," Chiara explained again, "it's actually my ex, Uncle. All of Zaid's clothes were too small to wear. And unfortunately only today can buy new clothes for him. Because my family's economy is not doing well, I'm forced to use my savings."

Zaid couldn't bear to not whisper. "Sir Chiara, what are you talking about?"

Chiara gave a signal to be quiet.

"You're lucky to have such a good brother, son," said the charioteer without turning his head. "All right, we're here."

Chiara and Zaid are down. Chiara thanked me.

Chiara and Zaid began to enter the market, most of whom were selling dwarves, while some were elves and humans.

"So--" Zaid's words were cut off.

"Sorry, Zaid, look... In people's eyes, you're a stranger. No one's ever seen you before. And they might ask, 'what's your name?', 'where do you live?', 'who or where are your parents?'," Chiara explained. He breathed in the air and continued, "and since you live in my house, and you have no one near here, so let's just say that my father and I are your family, you understand?"

"my family? Hmmm! Just yummy! I also have a family and again, actually I want to go home."

Chiara breathed. "It's very difficult for you to go home, Zaid. The portal to planet Earth is heavily guarded. And no one knows where the portal is, only a matter of fingers knows. It is impossible if you have to explore every river. Even if you manage to find it, and get inside the portal, how are you gonna climb that high cliff when you get to planet Earth?"

Zaid was shocked to hear the last sentence that Chiara threw like a rocket. Oh, my God, can't I go home?

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In the living room where the windows and doors were tightly shut, it was dark, the two men were sitting opposite each other at a table. One was dressed as a witch, wearing a dark green mage's robe and hat; the other was Rhys.

The hand raised the teacup, then the mouth sipped it slowly. After the cup was placed, the mouth said, "You're sure he's the prognostic's son?" ask the witch.

His voice was dry.

"Yes, I'm more than sure" replied Rhys steadily.

"Then take good care of him. Let no one else know about this" said the witch.

"I'll do it." Rhys lifting cup, drinking.

"If he is the child of the prophecy, I don't know who the other six are. The seven of them, hopefully, can free the planet Imub from chaos.

On the table in the living room was a transparent ball the size of a head. Rhys and the witch's grandfather are stalking Chiara and Zaid using the magic ball. On the ball, Chiara and Zaid were buying clothes.

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