When we walked home (at least that’s what we called it) after and find a mysterious man walking next to us. He has a hooded jacket over his face and is walking next to us in unison. We think he must be just going our way, but that idea seem foolish by the time he is walking all the way to the road where our home was just a bush jump away. We lingered outside the bushes, but the man stopped with us.
“What the hell. I really don’t care,” Fey said, “You wanna see inside our house Mr. Mysterious Man? Come on in. If you’re one of the watchers, don’t think too much of where all our stuff came from.” But I think we all knew that he wasn’t a watcher. Watchers were people that watch for crime in our city. The Mongols did a fine job, but our riverside city was “slightly neglected” according to the rich snobs in our town. The man stepped in to the bushes with us and stopped.
“This is our crib. We didn’t really expect any visitors. So sorry if our mess is bothering you,” Chao said sarcastically. Our house was made up of a fence of sticks (or rather 7 ft. tree pieces) with a roof of side by side sticks. It was cozy even though it wasn’t the most durable. Inside we had a lot of stolen goods. There were linen blankets on the ground, for silk was too expensive. It was our masterpiece and it was the closest place to home for all of us.
“What Chao meant to say was welcome to our home,” I said, giving Chao a look.
“Geez Cheng! He’s the one barging into our house uninvited!” I rolled my eyes. The mysterious man had not said one word, or acknowledged any of us at all. We waited. Fey spoke up:
“Hey! Mr. Mysterious. You followed us to our home. Now what. Do. You. Want?! The mystery man looks at her and takes a long look at her with his eyes barely showing from under his hood.
“I am here to take you away,” he said in a raspy voice.
“Um, seriously who are you?” Fey asked in a snarky tone.
“Supporter, friend, and ambassador of Kublai Khan and the Mongols.”
“Okay. I might like you a bit more, but can you please tell us your name,” I said in an irritated tone.
“My name is Marco Polo.” He took off his hood and we all gasped and stared.
“What the hell. I really don’t care,” Fey said, “You wanna see inside our house Mr. Mysterious Man? Come on in. If you’re one of the watchers, don’t think too much of where all our stuff came from.” But I think we all knew that he wasn’t a watcher. Watchers were people that watch for crime in our city. The Mongols did a fine job, but our riverside city was “slightly neglected” according to the rich snobs in our town. The man stepped in to the bushes with us and stopped.
“This is our crib. We didn’t really expect any visitors. So sorry if our mess is bothering you,” Chao said sarcastically. Our house was made up of a fence of sticks (or rather 7 ft. tree pieces) with a roof of side by side sticks. It was cozy even though it wasn’t the most durable. Inside we had a lot of stolen goods. There were linen blankets on the ground, for silk was too expensive. It was our masterpiece and it was the closest place to home for all of us.
“What Chao meant to say was welcome to our home,” I said, giving Chao a look.
“Geez Cheng! He’s the one barging into our house uninvited!” I rolled my eyes. The mysterious man had not said one word, or acknowledged any of us at all. We waited. Fey spoke up:
“Hey! Mr. Mysterious. You followed us to our home. Now what. Do. You. Want?! The mystery man looks at her and takes a long look at her with his eyes barely showing from under his hood.
“I am here to take you away,” he said in a raspy voice.
“Um, seriously who are you?” Fey asked in a snarky tone.
“Supporter, friend, and ambassador of Kublai Khan and the Mongols.”
“Okay. I might like you a bit more, but can you please tell us your name,” I said in an irritated tone.
“My name is Marco Polo.” He took off his hood and we all gasped and stared.
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