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DUST AN’ PRODUCTS

An old store stood in a cold corner in the dark. People never went into this store. Why? I asked myself. Well I recon it looks a bit hostile, but that is no reason to not use it. I left the sidewalk and walked to the corner of the small alley; I gazed up and read the name of the store: DUST AN’ PRODUCTS. Nice name I reckoned and opened the door.

BLING

Went the bell. It sounded quite pleasant.

BLANG

It rang again.

BLING

This time it sounded a bit hostile.

BLANG

A figure was coming from a separate room in the store; on the door there read STAFF ONLY.

BLING

OH MY DEAR LORD!

I recon I had figured why people didn’t use the store very often. The owner looked hideous, and scary. A slight chill ran up my back as a looked at his eyes… Red, red eyes.

He had a gesture that automatically made you feel awkward and his bold head that (I swear the god) was so thin that you could see his skull. The man had very fuzzy eye brows and he was very slim, his pale face gave me the impression that this man was very sick.

“What d’ you want?” his voice was like nails to a blackboard.

“What food do you have?”

“Only rat meat,” He answered.

“R-Rat meat?” I had found out two reasons why no one ever came here.

“Got a problem with that?” he asked grinning in a mad like way.

“No! Not at all” I cried out.

I looked around myself. On my left I saw a big black chair. Over the chair there was a golden sword.

“So you like swords?” Asked the shop keeper

“What?” I snapped out of something like a dream.

“Would you want the sword?” He asked again with a frightening grin.

Can this man read minds?

“No? I can’t” Said the man.

I was taken aback by this.

“Do not look like that. I can just read your face like a open book.” He said still wearing that frightening white grin.

“How much is that sword,” I asked.

“Nothing. It is not for sale,” He answered.

Normally at this point I would have given up, but I was feeling some kind of pull towards the sword. Even I was a bit shocked when I said “I want that sword. How much is it. I have money.” I normally didn't act this way.

“It is not for sale. Not for the likes of you…” The rest of his murmur I could not hear.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “What do you mean? With: ´Likes of you?” I asked almost in panic for reasons unknown.

“You have not seen it. Seen the thing that will open the sword to you.”

“What, what must I see?” I couldn't stop myself from shouting.

“Tell me!” I shouted in sudden anger.

“I must ask you to leave this shop,” he said still with his very irritating grin.

“Not before I get that sword!” I shout out.

LEAVE

This sound. I wasn’t sure did it even come from the man himself. It was almost like it came from everywhere. A chill ran up my back. I felt like I was watched from every angle.

“Please,” continued the man

“Um. Of course. Forgive me for my rudeness.” I said as I eventually started wanting to leave.

“Goodbye,” I said as I ran out of the small store

I opened the door and stepped in. it had been four weeks when I had first seen Mike and now I had grown accustomed to him.

“Yo!” Ran the sound from the living room

“Hello Mike. What are you doing?” I asked.

Mikes head popped from the living room, he had his sunglasses on

“I’m playing poker with my friends!” He had gone back to the living room.

“What friends?!” I may be accustomed but that did not mean that he did not surprise me from time to time.

I took of my boots and walked to the living room. The room was dark with a dim ray of light, something like tobacco smoke was flowing all around. I looked at a little round table on the center of the room. There was, what I think was a troll, a weird hairy creature with a donkey tail, and a pixie?

“Who are these?” I cried out. The pixie was giving me some very odd looks. The hairy creature turned to Mike and said something that gave me shivers, “Mike ca' I eat 'im?” the creature asked like this would have been the world’s most normal question.

The little gnome looked like it was thinking, and for a while I thought that he would have answered yes.

“Nope, you can’t eat him G’jarg.” Mike said at long last. The pixie was still staring at me as she addressed the gnome “So mike who’s the handsome human?”

Mike turned his head from the troll to the pixie. “Oh! How rude of me. Jack this is, Nel. Nel this is, Jack.” He introduced.

I looked at the pixie; she was definitely shorter than I was maybe twenty or so centimeters, she also had wings, otherwise she looked like a human only that her ears were pointed like Mike’s. She had on a green shirt that looked awfully like many leaves put together, she also had the same kind of trousers. She looked like someone that had something dirty to hide, but at the same time she looked honest and beautiful like a goddess.

“Nice to meet you, Nel,” I said still looking intensively at the pixie.

“Nice to meet you too Jack. Oh! And Jack.” The pixie said.

I was still looking the pixie head to toe “Mmmh?” I answered even ´still` looking at her

“Jack my head is up here.” I looked up and blushed the pixie was grinning a smile that I could not determine would it be just amused or even a bit evil.

I was starting to “un-blush” as I turned my gaze at the troll. “Then what is your name if I may ask?” I asked the big creature.

“My name is Lord Anu McShair, heir and son of Lord Dis McGust and Lady B.T. Ottom of Longshair kingdom.” He said with a slight smirk on his face as he looked down at me. Mike was snickering.

I bent down to Mike “Why are you laughing?” I asked.

Mike was starting to gain himself back “I just can’t help myself troll names are just dumb I always burst when I hear more than one of them at a time.” He explained.

”So he really is a troll!” I yelped I now understood why it had wanted to eat me.

“Yeah. He is a troll, full of bone crushing power.” Mike’s expression changed little sadder.

“I actually feel sorry for trolls, to say the truth.” He said. I was still in a light shock of the events.

“Why, if I may ask?” I asked Mike. He lowered his voice.

“Well trolls are always regarded as stupid hairy beasts, even tough the only stupid thing about them are their names. I actually think trolls as one of the most intelligent species on the planet.” Mike looked very serious while saying this so I did not argue.

“Well fellows would it be alright if I joined the game?” I stood up from Mike

The pixie looked up from her cards “Sure there is always room for one more” She said with a smile on her face. I took a chair from the kitchen and sat down at the table. “So what’s da gam’!?” Bellowed the troll, after I sat down “Poker? Black jack?”

“Let’s play poker.” Said the pixie “Strip poker to be precise.” Se looked at me with a much telling glare. I sat Besides the pixie “Has anyone ever told you that your brown eyes are beautiful. They match your hair.” The pixie whispered into my ear.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. I was totally red.

We played poker for the next thirty minutes. For some odd reason Mike seemed to have a unnatural amount of royal blushes but no one ever asked why. The pixie left with the troll through my basement, into some trap door. After they had left I started to talk with Mike.

“Do you know that shop in the corner of the keeper’s street, called Dust An’ Products?”

I turned at the gnome.

“Yeah I do. Why?” He asked as he was taking the poker table away.

I followed him to upstairs “Well there is this creepy owner.” I continued.

Mike pulled a rope that hung a few meters away from my room and the trap door to the attic opened. “I see… Do go on” he said as he climbed a ladder up to the attic where lie his bed.

“Well there is this sword in the place and…” I stumbled a few steps because I had hit a old box on the attic floor with my foot. “I also saw a sword that…Mm, (how to say this) called to me.” I was starting to suspect myself of madness after hearing my own words. Mike was leaning over a box and looked like he was looking for something.

“The sword was enchanted.” He said he was still leaning over the box.

“Do you want the sword or what is it.?” He asked, I was silent for a second and then answered.

“Yes I want the sword.” I took a breath.

“Could you help me get it? The shop keeper said that he refuses to sell it to me.” The gnome turned to me “Is that so? Hmm, Jack, could you give me that box from behind you?” I looked behind me to find a small box on the ground. I lifted the box and handed it to Mike. “Thanks.” Mike mumbled “So Mike will you help?” I asked. Mike pulled a big book from the books and shouted out in joy “Wound it!” He put the book on the floor and blew the dust from the cover before opening it. “What is that?” I asked because I was unable to read the name from the cover in the dark.

“How Thy Is Able To Steal From The Human race. By: Prof. Galerius.” He answered.

“They have books for that?” I asked.

“Yep. They sell them in the Underworld. This copy is one-hundred-and-fifty-years-old.” He was holding the book out for me to take it.

“Was that your Grandfather book?” I asked as I took the book from his hands.

“No. It was my father I got it from him thirty years ago.” He answered.

I looked at him in awe “How old are you exactly” I asked.

“I think ninety-six years. Why?” He looked at me with a puzzling look. I looked at the book

“What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked to change the subject.

“You wanted the sword, didn’t you?” He said.

“Well yes but is this not a bit unethical?”

I thought about it for a while.

“Wait a minute is this the reason why you were kicked out of Santa’s house?” I realised.

“Well only one of them” Mike answered ashamed.

“What were the other reasons?”

“Well the others were gambling and excessive drinking.” He said.

“I see” I answered

“Now Jack. Will we, or will we not do this?” Mike said to change the subject.

I thought for a while and then said.

“Yes!”