Kevin Melvillei

“Huff.. Huff..!”

Exhales a merchant while pulling his cart on foot. He came far from the northeast, and his cart contains full of interesting stuff, such as daggers, swords, and even potions. He’s built slim, and around a hundred and sixty-five centimetres tall, bringing his cart which built tent on it as a roof and it was heavy too. He usually uses at least two horses as a transportation method rather than this, but his horses died, attacked by a wild anthropomorphic two metres tall wolf. He managed to survive the attack by disbanding the cart and running into a bush and hiding there.

The merchant’s name is none other, than Kevin Melvillei. He has no house, no home, and he would rather sleep in his cart tent than rent a room in some inn. Kevin is a human too, and today he was travelling to the city of Titanium, but is interrupted by what he cursed as a “stupid wolf”. He’s forced to pull his cart since his products and collected items are stored there. He was getting tired too until he saw smoke up in the sky trailing from between the trees in front of him. He walks close, abandoning his cart for a while and he saw a cave with windows, a chimney, and a door entrance, hell there’s even a porch and a wooden bench placed. He seems excited, and eager to find help. He brings the cart with him and pulls it with him until he finally reached nearby the cave, which he assumed was a house. He park the cart under a tree just in front of the house and walked to the door before knocking.

After some knocking later, an anthropomorphic friendly fox opens the door. He seems shorter than Kevin. The fox was none other than Author, a student in the woods who is studying and practising magic to become a wizard. And Kevin recognized this because Author was wearing a purple cloak with yellow patterns around it. Author looked up to him, since he is shorter, then asks,

“Yes?”

Kevin smiled, before gasping to prepare his speech. It was common sense for merchants to appear friendly, to their customers.

“Holla mine own valorous sir! I am in a gentle ado as thee can seeth--”

Kevin pointed at his lone cart before continuing the speech.

“Yond mine own cart hast been did damage by a filthy, ign'rant wolf being. I’d sayeth, two metres tall, sire! Wouldst thee liketh to holp a kind m'rchant out, mine own valorous humble of a humour'r?”

Author tilted his head aside, having no idea of what Kevin just said. Kevin spoke in an old, archaic British accent because he was from London.

“I’m sorry, are you British?”

“Thou art not wrong, humour'r, I forsooth am!”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Wherefore doth thee asketh, jump? doth thee befall to speaketh in anoth'r f'rm? p'rhaps French? I can speaketh French, 'r... p'rhaps, Irish?”

“What the ****, are you even talking about, I can’t understand shit from you.”

“Ahh...! yond accent! I traveleth so far, I wilt beest in the most wondrous landeth of Wales!”

Kevin lean his hand toward Author and opens it, wanting to handshake him. Author shakes his hand, but with awkward feelings. He introduces himself while handshaking, but rather, with a more understandable accent.

“Kevin, Kevin Melvillei, a m’rchant from London.”

“Ohh, I see now. I’m George Foxtail, but people often calls me Author, if not George.”

After done handshaking, Kevin gestures back to the cart, which Author remembers back.

“So.. What happened?”

“Me cart, mate! Some bloody cold cursed wolf being attacked me. I survived but what do I get? No horses! Can’t move, I’m stuck! But I recognize you as a wizard, yes?”

“Not really, I’m just a beginner, but a bit experienced.”

“Do you think you could help me, mister?”

“Uhh.. I don’t know, depends. What do you want me to do?”

“I say, teleportation! Have you learned that spell yet, young master?”

“..No. Not yet.”

“Ahh I see, I see. No problem, we all come to a process! Hmm.. Let’s think.. How about, a floating spell? Or, anything that the closes to flying, if you haven’t learned any fly spells.”

“Look, mister, I only learned like weather, and, nature call, how to cook a beef without any heat, you know, change a form with diagonal shape, and shapeshifting too--”

“Ah yes shapeshifting! That’s just what I needed! Listen, I’ll give ‘cha a hundred of seven shilling coins, just change thoust form into a horse, or something, strong enough to bring me and me cart into the wonderful city of Titanium dearest, thee have an agreement and positive opinion, or perhaps a decline?”

“Uh.. Seven hundred shillings?”

“Indeed!”

“For me to change into a horse, and pull you and your cart into the city?”

“What couldst possibly wend wrong, right?”

“The city of Titanium bans any anthropomorphical being, I’m not the bravest to enter.”

“Why not? Thee art a wizard student, are anthropomorphical animal wizards restricted too?”

“Not even my master can enter.”

“But besides, you are disguising as a horse!”

“Okay, how about this? I bring you to the front gate, and I don’t have to enter the city.”

“That would make it, a hundred of five shillings!”

“Good enough, I never hold that much money anyway.”

“Off we wend!”

Author then walked to the cart before pulling out his spell book, while Kevin scrambles something in between the tent. He takes out a leash and attaches it to Author from behind, which surprised him.

“W-what is this?!”

“What? How else are you gonna pull the cart without a leash as a horse?”

“...” Author took a moment being silent, “Fine.”

After Kevin attached the leash, he connects it to the cart and sits on the side part of the front cart. He waits for Author to change. His eyes are covered with bright sudden light that shines through from Author’s direction, but slowly drifts away and finally came to normal. Kevin opens his eyes to see a horse in front of him, but then the horse talks, with the same voice as Author’s.

“Just front gate, right?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.”

Author, as a horse, slowly brings the cart toward the city with his strong neck. It’s heavy for him because two horses are needed for a faster ride, but at least he can handle this, for five hundred shillings. He continues the journey while wandering through his mind with various topics, some are questionable. They reached the upper area and see the wall of the city far enough, yet feel close to them. Kevin sang in his tent on the cart. His voice for some reason calms Author and the pitch from his mouth relaxes every worry Author had. He shouts, “Yo, Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of Rum!” as he sings a pirate-themed song from the homeland Dover. Author questioned Kevin about how did he know this song, to which he simply replied,

“I’m the friend of all sides: Pirates, Royal classes, hell I even set up deals with dwarfs too!”

Just fifteen minutes later after he finished the song, Kevin warned Author about a potentially dangerous merchant of what he claimed, was an impostor and in reality, an actual demon trying to conquer the mainland of Britain if not the world.

“Georgia my kind helper, I quite needed to warn you; if a merchant dressed in all-black, messy hair and wear roundy glasses with two-separated lenses colour, pink and yellow, don’t help him! Don’t befriend him! He’s an impostor, a liar, George! He came to me once then took all of my beloved, gold-shining shillings! In your word of understanding, he is what you should call: an asshole!”

“Geez, man can you speak normally? Try to say that with more simpler words.”

“Okay. Don’t trust a white, WHITE, really white, long-noosed man with roundy glasses’ lenses coloured pink and yellow wearing all-black. You get me now?”

“You just changed your accent in just a second, how experienced are you in talking?”

“Believe me, boy, even the king himself loves my product!”

Finally, they arrived at the front gate, guarded by many royal soldiers dressed in armour and spears or swords with shields they hold, and all of their faces are covered with their iron helmets. Kevin stepped off from the cart and unattached the leash from Author’s neck before bringing him to somewhere private, where the guards couldn’t see them. Author changes his form and Kevin hands him a bag full of coins. But before Author could walk away, Kevin holds his shoulder and then warn him about the man in roundy glasses again.

“Yeah-yeah I get it, can I go now, my job’s done.”

“It wast a pleasure business doing thee such a most wondrous dealeth and timeth i hadst!”

Author chuckled before finally walking away from the front gate, as Kevin pulls his cart closer and calls help from the guard. But as Author walked, when he checked the bag, it was all just rocks. He looked back and realized it was too late, he just got scammed.

“Damn you, prick ***!”

– END –

Character Bio

Name: Kevin Melvillei, Prick *** (By Author)

Age: 23

Sex: Male ♂

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Height: 165 Centimetres

Weight: 33 Kilograms

Personality: Playful, Humorous, Ambitious, Curious, Liar

Disability: Pathological lying

Occupation: Merchant (Allegedly)

Family Status: Not Married

Description:

Kevin is a merchant from London (allegedly) and travelled to Wales all by himself. It was a lie. He was actually just a homeless person, but the part where he claimed he was from London, that is true. He came to the city of Titanium just so that he can be a beggar. Kevin suffers from pathological lying, which he earns from his pleasure from lying to other people. He has the habit to lie about how great he is, while the fact that he has nothing to flex on.

Name: [Unknown], A Liar (By Kevin)

Age: [Unknown]

Sex: Male ♂

Sexual Orientation: Acesexual

Height: [Unknown]

Weight: [Unknown]

Personality: [Unknown]

Disability: [Unknown]

Occupation: [Unknown]

Family Status: [Unknown]

Description:

He was mentioned by Kevin as a liar. Who might it be?