Three years. That was the amount of time it had been since he had left this town, his home. Yes, it had been a long time. All to try and find one elusive ingredient. Was it worth the time and effort? Well, that was a matter of perspective. Most would probably say no. Why would they say no? Well, he never found the ingredient so he'd been travelling for years and not acheived his goal. However, in his own mind it had been totally worth it even if he hadn't been successful. He'd learned a bunch of new cooking techniques, found some other new ingredients and ,most importantly, satisfied a lot of hungry people with his culinary skill. To him there was no greater joy then seeing the smiles on someone's face as they ate whatever he had prepared.
The young lad arrived at his destination, a large pack on his back and a key in his hand. He pushed the key into the lock and turned it. Well, he tried to turn it anyway. It hadn't been possible though. His key wasn't working. He jingled it a bit and tried to get it to turn, but it hadn't. A perplexed look came across his face and he took a step back to make sure he had arrived at the right building. Normally, he didn't doubt his memory as it was eidetic, but in this case he couldn't think of any other reason as to why his key wasn't working. As he took a few steps back he saw that the building was much bigger than he remembered. It also looked a lot fancier. He glanced down the street at one of the road signs. He was definitely on the right street. The distance was also correct. So why wasn't his key working? And why had the building changed so much?
He was puzzled that was for certain, but he shrugged it off and went and knocked on the large door instead. It was very confusing for a 15 year old to find out something had changed about his home. The home he had lived in since his parents died as collateral damage in some gang feud. He'd ended up cooking for one of the gangs here for a bit to pay off his father's debt. He'd stayed because he enjoyed cooking and the criminals seemed to be able to get him any ingredient he wanted even if it was by shady means. Eventually though he left and it seemed in the time since he'd been gone that things had changed quite a bit in the town. "Perhaps the guys just got really lucky with some deals and expanded. That's possible." he said to himself as he waited for an answer at the door.
Whilst he waited he conjured up a frying pan out of nowhere and a jug of batter. With a snap of his fingers a small cooking flame appeared hovering in the air beneath it and he poured the batted in. "Pancakes. Great way to start the day." he said with a grin.
The young lad arrived at his destination, a large pack on his back and a key in his hand. He pushed the key into the lock and turned it. Well, he tried to turn it anyway. It hadn't been possible though. His key wasn't working. He jingled it a bit and tried to get it to turn, but it hadn't. A perplexed look came across his face and he took a step back to make sure he had arrived at the right building. Normally, he didn't doubt his memory as it was eidetic, but in this case he couldn't think of any other reason as to why his key wasn't working. As he took a few steps back he saw that the building was much bigger than he remembered. It also looked a lot fancier. He glanced down the street at one of the road signs. He was definitely on the right street. The distance was also correct. So why wasn't his key working? And why had the building changed so much?
He was puzzled that was for certain, but he shrugged it off and went and knocked on the large door instead. It was very confusing for a 15 year old to find out something had changed about his home. The home he had lived in since his parents died as collateral damage in some gang feud. He'd ended up cooking for one of the gangs here for a bit to pay off his father's debt. He'd stayed because he enjoyed cooking and the criminals seemed to be able to get him any ingredient he wanted even if it was by shady means. Eventually though he left and it seemed in the time since he'd been gone that things had changed quite a bit in the town. "Perhaps the guys just got really lucky with some deals and expanded. That's possible." he said to himself as he waited for an answer at the door.
Whilst he waited he conjured up a frying pan out of nowhere and a jug of batter. With a snap of his fingers a small cooking flame appeared hovering in the air beneath it and he poured the batted in. "Pancakes. Great way to start the day." he said with a grin.