Alibaba P.O.V. 1st person
Another dull, boring day. I sat at the front of the caravan starting the journey to the next city. The hot desert sunning beating down on me as I watched the camels carry us along the path. "Are you going to Quishan too?" The woman asked the blue haired boy in the back.
"Yep!" I listened to them giggle trying to focus on the road. He was so young and hopeful. I'm sure I was too as a child, but I've slowly been learning better and to face reality.
An apple core slides across the floor near their feet as I hear a dissatisfied grunt. Another one landed beside me. The merchant spoke between mouthfuls, the fruit's juice oozing out of his mouth. "Sit still you little brats, you're blowing up dirt in my face!"With his glass of wine and tray of apples, I was forced to hear the merchant stuff himself on goods I myself couldn't afford much of. "This cart's cramped and noisy!" He complained, there wasn't much I could do about that though, "Talk about rotten service." I felt a tinge of hate, the words perfectly laced along my tongue, but I kept my mouth shut.
"I'm sorry, sir." I explained to him, giving my best fake smile and friendly tone, "My service is cheap, but I do my best. Your wine will arrive safe and sound as promised!" To this scum I was just another peasant so I didn't expect much of a reply, but I had to say something.
"Of course you will! It's too expensive for you, so treat it with utmost care!" I only nodded. "Don't touch!" He yelled as the young boy went to grab an apple.
"Hands off! Those are for Master Budel!" I snarled, this kid was gonna ruin my good business today.
"But can I have just oooonne!" The blue haired boy pleaded with me.
"Can you pay for them?" I sighed as he pitifully shook his head no, braid swaying to the side. "Then hands off! He has money, so he gets to eat apples." I hoped that would keep the kid off for a while.
"Man, driver, you've got sense!" Budel laughed. I took this as a little victory for myself. He's a paying customer. As long as he was happy I'd get good money. Having done this job for a while now, I knew how to play my cards. 'It won't be too long before I reached my dre- wait what's that sound?'
I turned my head to look and found an angered and shocked face on the merchant and blue hair sticking out of his chest. My energy drained out of me as the basket of apples I held tipped, spilling the red fruit out. "Mister, I have a question. If you're a man, how come you've got boobs?"
Now panicking I ripped the little blue boy off the man's chest, "Sorry!" I screamed ready to give that brat a good beating.
"Why you rotten little brat! I'm very self-conscious about that!" He shouted. I knelt before him as he kicked down on me. Long as I played like I was less than dirt in front of him, I could still have hope.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" After that.. 'incident' I pulled the cart to the side to stop and rest. Taking the child aside to talk some sense to him. "You idiot! Do you have any idea who that is?! That is Master Budel, a wealthy and famous winemaker! Next time, you're dead. Got it?"
"Driver! How long are you taking a break?!" The Master shouted at me, definitely displeased with his current service.
I turned to face him shouting back with my best smile, "Um, just a minute, sir!" Sending a glare back to the boy, we headed back to the cart. Climbing back in I muttered to myself, "Tch, I won't let that kid ruin my dream!"
"Dream?" He asked curiously as I started moving the cart along.
"I'm going to repay my debt and conquer a dungeon!" He looked at me confused, not understanding what I was saying. I sighed, "You don't know what a dungeon is?" And so I set to work on telling him. Going on and on about tales of the dungeons and the power of money. "I, Alibaba, will conquer the world's dungeons before anyone else! I'll be the richest man in the world!" I spoke passionately, really dragging myself into my vision before he interrupted.
"Oh, that's all?" I was shocked by his reaction, '"That's all"?!'
"Listen, kid. With money you can get anything you want! A mansion, livestock, servants! You'll have all the time in the world to do whatever you want! Free to say whatever you want! The rich get to look down on others and live happily!" Still not getting what I was saying I watched his dull face as he dazed off elsewhere. "They get to eat delicious food!" The pesky kid perked up, eyes filled with the excitement I was looking for.
"Oh! Good food?" I nodded now he finally gets it.
"That's right. And they get pretty women!"
I watched him giggle and jump. "Yay! Pretty girls!"
"Men with money are popular. Girls with big, soft boobs will flock to you and say 'Take me, I'm yours, Alibaba!'" Starting to lose my focus on the cart as I was drawn into my fantasies. He was super excited about this now. "Awesome, right? They'll say they love you!"
"Oh my! I'm blushing!" We both laughed as we were drawn into this idea. Dreams were sweet.
"'I love you, Alibaba! Ravish me!" I shouted. The blue haired boy stopping looking up at me blankly.
"Ravish? Like... how?" I paused, not sure if I was really the person to explain sex to this kid, being a virgin myself, but I guess I could try.
"Well... you know... you go in like so and…" I said giving my explanation complete with hand motions.
A chuckle broke out from behind me as I was reminded of the two girls. A blush spread across my cheeks. "You guys are funny! My daughter loves to hear about the dungeons!" She smiled, the little girl peeping up from over her shoulder to ask me a question.
"Mister, have you been to a dungeon?" She asked, her face laced with excited curiosity.
"Shhh he's working, right now. You can ask later." I couldn't help but smile: such a cute sight and I was happy to have gotten them to smile and laugh like so. My happy thought was interrupted though by a deep voice speaking up.
"Peasant have such unrealistic dreams, digging around in the dirt scavenging for treasure is work for rats. Right, driver?" His poisonous tongue licked up the apple as he munched into it, eyes threatening me to back him up. "Don't dream above yourself, rats are born rats and their whole lives are nothing but trash, right?" I paused feeling the hatred filling up my throat ready to pour out. "Am I wrong?" he asked suspiciously.
"No, you're as right as ever, sir!" I beamed, laughing along, "All people like us ever have is dreams." My fist clenched as he seemed satisfied with my reply.