Carter trudged quietly in Arc's shadow, his eyes staring at his own feet, barely glancing at the bustling bazaar around him. The pair skimmed the various stalls and shops alongside the caravan distribution building near the entrance designated for visitors waiting for their time to leave.
“Carter, Carter, look, look, they have the new beast guide from the Summoner Race,” Arc shrieked excitedly before realizing who he was talking to, “For once, I wish Cri was here.”
Arc turned to look at the child, staring at his bare feet, “Where are your shoes?” he said with an exhausted huff.
Carter looked at Arc and then around before he shrugged his shoulders, seeming to care very little for what Arc was saying or if he even knew what was asked of him.
“I see why they told me to ensure you stay still…” Arc said, trying to contain his annoyance as he opened and closed his hands. “It's fine...It’s fine. We can get more, or better yet, get someone to get some while I stare at you so you can not lose anything else.” Arc tried not to scream as he remembered everything he had bought and handed to Carter to hold; where they are now is a mystery to anyone except the ancestors.
“It’s fine,” Arc reiterated with calming breaths, holding the massive book in his hands like a precious treasure.
"I must protect this book from that monster at all costs. I have been looking for this book for years, and if it falls into his hands, who knows where this invaluable source of knowledge may disappear too." Arc whispered to himself, anxiously biting his fingers.
Arc threw a large bag at the stall owner as he excitedly skipped off.
“SIR!” The owner screamed, but Arc was already in his little world as he scurried off with his new treasure.
“Kid, do you mind bringing this to your father…Uhhr, who just leaves his son alone like this.” the man said, to which Carter just tilted his head in confusion as he held his hand out, grabbing the bag with his usual emotionless face.
Carter took the bag and turned to leave, taking large strides as he walked away from the man, shaking his head.
“Wait! Kid! I didn’t get my Points!” The man screamed at the disappearing Carter.
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The economy of the continent of Genisis is disorganized and chaotic, with each race having its own various forms of currency in circulation in their territories. Past attempts to centralize the economy under a single currency, either by godly intervention or the influence of powerful races, have yet to be successful. The Seedling Union and its Twigs inter-currency is the closest thing to a centralized currency Genisis has. However, its usage is still hindered by the disorganization and traditions of the Seedlings. Consequently, there is currently no direct exchange rate between Twigs and other forms of currency, causing confusion among traders, consumers, and the employees of The Seedling Union.
Outside of Twigs, there are seven other commonly used currencies: Points of the Alchemic Race, Scraps of the Component Race, Blessings of the Divine Race, Acts of the Nurture Race, Hammerscales of the Smith Race, Totems of the Summoner Race, and Tethers of the Void Race. Even though these are used commonly around Genisis, they are not the only currencies that circulate, as that list exceeds even the amount of races that wander the continent.
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“Carter, Look at this!” Arc shoved his new book into Carter’s face with palpable excitement as he tried to show a roughly drawn image of a beast.
Arc quickly took his book back when he saw the uninterested and emotionless gaze of the child, “It says that it is a newly discovered beast, an Emporer-level beast called the Range Devourer.”
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Arc’s excitement immediately fell as he glanced over the words on the page, “Uhr, what was an Emporer Beast?” Arc began flipping through the book madly, “I don’t remember that being mentioned by the old head. Well, that was almost thirty years ago, so…” Arc’s voice began to dim as he spoke, becoming more meek with each word.”
Arc frantically glanced around him, trying to find the nearest Seedling. Upon seeing the green-haired man from that princess’s party, he pounced at him, “What does this mean?”
Sivie stared cautiously at the large eyes of Arc, unsure of what this shady Feyrisian wanted from him, “What do you want?”
“I asked! What does this mean?” Arc said, pointing at the page he was looking at.
“I’m not a summoner. I have no idea.” Sivie said, trying to walk around the manic.
"No, please, tell me! I really need to know!" Arc pleaded
With a huff of breath, Sivie turned to look at what Arc was holding, “An Emporer, is that what you’re asking about.”
“Yes,” Arc said, nodding his head.
“It’s a seven-star beast with a title, that's it,” Sivie said, walking away again.
“NOOOO! MORE! TELL ME MORE!” Arc begged again, “I want to know, please.”
“Alright!” Sivie clapped his hands in annoyance, “Crash course on beast it is then. First, the ranking of beasts is where we get the star ranking. Originally created by the Summoner Race to show the strength of beasts, it was later adopted by the Seedling Union to give a representation of how well Seedlings matched with a beast in terms of strength.”
Sivie held up his Seedling Union badge with six deep cuts, showing it to Arc, “Second, Seedlings of the same star level cannot fight a beast of that level; it only means that they can survive and escape a beast of that level. Only a group designated by the cuts on their badge may take a beast of the same level as cuts on their badges.”
“And Third, from six-star to nine-star beast can become named or titled; kings, emperors, ascended, and totems; six, seven, eight, nine.” Sivie paused and turned his body to continue on his way, “There you go, crash course to a new resident. Hope you listened, Carter.”
“Wait! More… I need more information than that.” Arc screamed from his knees, begging.
“I really hate how much you Feyrishians like learning. It has gone well past an obsession at this point.” Sivie said, wincing from the crawling Arc, “Just read your book; it should have everything in there, but you need to read every word.”
“Really!” Arc perked up, jumping to his feet, “Have you already read it…”
Arc tilted his head, thinking, “Makes sense since he already knew what was in the book,” he thought.
Sivie watched as the manic ran off, holding the book above his head in an almost worshipping appearance.
“I wish it were that easy with Vanir or any of the other Feyrishians we have met over the years,” Sivie sighed.
Sivie watched silently as Arc ran inside one of the carriages and excitedly sat to read his book; with a shake of his head, he wondered if that was even the correct carriage.
“Sivie!” the scream of a young female voice echoed in Sivie’s ears.
“Everything is good. You and the rest of the Rosen Blades are good to leave whenever.” Zindra said as she walked up to Sivie.
“Great!”
“Nesha said that she already accepted a mission near here,” Zindra said with a suspecting gaze.
Sivie threw his hands up in defense, “Don’t look at me like that. I have no idea what mission she accepted… but I know it has nothing to do with Carter’s caravan.”
Zindra pursed her lips and gave Sivie a side eye, “Yeah, I am sure.”
“She doesn’t have her armor, and after our last fight, I am sure they will send someone just as strong or maybe more. Nesha may be emotional, but she does not lack intelligence.”
“I am aware; just know that Carter leaves in an hour, so say goodbye and do whatever you plan on doing, alright.”
“Of course,” Sivie said, jogging out of the building, “I’ll go and get the rest of them. Just sit tight, please.”