NO MAGIC.

   he had been trailing the guy,   hot on his trail ( or so he’d like to say ) ... and the teen would like to believe that he was being subtle ( he wasn’t ). true, he didn’t have much of an idea of who this guy was, or exactly why he was important  —-  all asta knew was that he was important, and that his foster father had a lot to say about the guy.        asta had been following the stranger for what felt to be hours ... and at this point, it seemed that they had entered an entirely different world ; one that almost felt like magic.   

   there’s wonder that sits in his eyes,  staring onward ... he’s unable to tear his gaze away.   truthfully ... there wasn’t a thought in his mind about how rude it may be to just stand and stare at a complete stranger. he’s purely wonder struck by the sight ( !! )  a gleam in his eyes, as feet instinctively rush forward the boy.  

he’d have to be quick to make it before some lowly thieves managed to stumble upon it before he did  ( where could it be ) ...      but this was his chance ( ! )  —- an opportunity to prove himself and be one step closer to becoming the wizard king ! of course, he knew he would get a mouthful from his captain : ‘prepared to die?’    the words mockingly echoed in his head as eager eyes searched high and low for the dungeon he had only heard rumors of.    perhaps with a bit of magic this would be easier  — —-  

‘ NO ! ’     and what was he thinking ?!    of course !    he didn’t need magic ... and he never did,  ‘ grrrr ... it has to be here somewhere !! ’ he shouted at the top of his lungs,    running at full speed ... as if this was some sort of race, and he was struggling to find his way to the finish line. finally, he comes to an abrupt stop;  dust flying behind him as he cuts his speed, and a determined gaze settling upon stranger.      ‘ HEY ! ’ he shouts, even louder than before. annnd ... he’s running again, eager to close the distance between himself and this stranger.   ‘ what do you think you’re doing .. snooping around !      you’re no magic knight, huh?!  — —  i can tell ! it’s obvious since you don’t have a robe. ’ oh man is he proud of himself !    —- his grin wider than ever, chin up, and arms crossed against his chest ( he wanted to be sure that the stranger could see the emblem of the black bulls on his robe ).     however ... this suspicious stranger could prove to be of some help ...   ‘ who are you ?! a thief ?!    hm ... you don’t seem like a thief    — —  you haven’t happened to have seen a dungeon around here, have you? ’ 

   woah, woah, woah  —- ( !! ) it was nothing like he had never seen before ; orphan from a lame village in the middle of nowhere ... vibrant colors, strokes hinting grace as they touch the canvas ; it was almost as if he had taken the view and moved it onto his blank sheet. one would think such response should be just as fit ... graceful, calm ...