In a fantasy World

pretty much a random one-shot that makes no sense to anybody but me :)
enjoy, but beware of badly placed commas, bad grammar, bad spelling, and weird talking :P

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“We may not be gods, but we shall live like gods” he said with a smile, as he looked down at the girl. His eyes brimming with different emotions: happiness... hope... excitement... pain... sorrow.



She saw all of that, being only six did not stop her from recognizing every emotion in his eyes even the ones he tried hard to hide, but she was still to young. She did not understand when to go along with the moment and when to put the moment to a stop.



“How are we gonna live like gods, we got no money, no magic, and were both to young to get jobs, do I gotta remind you all the time that we are street eaters?” Her mouth set in a deep frown, as she stared at him with huge plain brown eyes. Her thin hands pulling at his shirt, forcing him to look her in the eyes.



He smiled at her sadly, no child of that age should know so much about the world. No… children at that age are supposed to have baby fat, they are supposed to be surrounded by parents, grandparent, uncles, aunts who spoil them with cakes and gifts. Children at that age are not supposed to even know what a street eater is, let alone be one!



She stared at him, looking confused, pulling on his shirt when he did not reply, when he did not answer. “Burnt, Burnt..” she whined, “Tell me how!”



It was only after she called his name that Burnt realized that he had been lost in thought.



“Well..” he said, as she looked up at him with curious eyes. “Who said we don't gots magic?” Before she could reply, he scooped her up, hands under her arms, and swung her around in a circle a few times before placing her on his shoulder.



“Let me down! Let me down!” she yowled. Small fists hammering down on his back. “Never!” he dramatically yelled.



He ignored her continuous screams of annoyance, as he started to walk down the street looking for a place to sleep that night, thankful that the young girl had forgotten their earlier conversation.





She was not ready to learn the truth; she was still far too young.




the end