Roman walked the dirt covered road, his shiny golden spear prodding the ground with each step. Roman was agitated since he hadn't been able to use his new spear on a living target. Roman wasn't the magical expert in the group, but he knew that a great deal of magic was used to almost paint a different image for mortals as to what they had. Some of the weapons, like Mistro's necklace sword and Vantros' staff, were easy to hide. But other weapons, such as Cody's swinging Pickaxe or Frolo's knife sheath, weren't that easy to cover up from the naked eye. 

The team arrived in a large air conditioned building, with large metal bars holding pieces of cloth on them. Roman was promised by the fates that he would be given common knowledge of today's culture. Roman had seen almost everyone wearing these cloth wraps. Even him and his friends. People called them "T-Shirts," but Roman didn't know where he was. The sign out front said in big red letters "GIFT SHOP." Roman wasn't sure whether or not this was a threat or not, but his entire team had started browsing. They saw little strips of a soft substance covered in a sugary powder type thing. The label on the front said "Sooper Sower Gummie Worms!" Roman let out a heavy sigh and moved on to the T-Shirts section.

His other friends were looking at T-Shirts that didn't seem quite right, like T-Shirts with various sayings that didn't make sense, like "YOLO" or "TOO SWAG 4 U" and other stupid sayings.

"Ooh!" Mistro said as he pulled a jacket off the racks, "I like this jacket!"

Vulzie examined it closely. "What is a hipster and why does it say death to them?"

"I don't know. I just like it. So Imma buy it." Mistro said as he ran towards the fitting rooms to try it on and see if it fitted. Roman continued to browse.

He found a black leather jacket that looked really cool. He went to the fitting rooms to try it on. When Roman walked towards one of the rooms, the door swung open to reveal Mistro in his jacket. Roman grunted and slightly pushed Mistro out of the way trying to get past him. Mistro turned to look at him.

"Whats your problem with me?" Mistro asked Roman who glanced over his shoulder briefly.

"You think you are the leader of me just because you were a prince in your past life" Roman snapped his head around towards Mistro. "Well, newsflash: You aren't Mister perfect! Just because you were the leader among men, just remember, that I am and will always be much more powerful than you."

"Well, I never said that I was perfect. We all have something that can be exploited in some way. I never said that either of us had no weaknesses. We both do, even you believe it or not. You may be a trained warrior, but it doesn't make you perfect." 

A sigh escaped Roman's mouth. "Yea. I guess you're right. I was kinda being an asshole I suppose. I guess I was just overwhelmed with jealousy that you were the leader of this entire pack. Friends?"

"Friends." Mistro said, stretching his hand out to shake Roman's "And, you know you dont need a dressing room to try on a jacket, right?"

Roman blushed slightly and scratched his head. "Yeah. I knew that" Roman said as he walked off.

...

"May I help you with anything?" An unfamiliar voice said behind Roman. He elbowed behind him, catching the man's cheek, leaving a small bruise. Warrior's instinct.

"Heh," Roman said, extending his arm to help the man in a white shirt and an ugly apron up. The man had black ruffled hair and tan skin with olive green eyes. He couldn't be older than twenty. "Sorry. So many people have... robbed me from behind that now its kinda an instinct."

"Yeah..." The hurt worker said, Eddy if his nametag was correct, rubbing his bruise, glancing at it a little bit as he walked away.

Roman took his jacket and looked around the store for the front registers. Once he found them, he joined his colleagues. They showed each other their items that they were insisting to purchase. Once a large, boxy sign lit up signifying that the register was opened, they stepped towards it to see a tan, bruised man, the same one from earlier. He looked up from ringing up the items to eye Roman briefly. The man finally spoke as he bagged the last item.

"62.86" he spoke.

"Uhh..." Frolo said after a moment of silence between the teenagers. "We... Kinda dont have the money..."

"Well, sir, I'm sorry, but payment is required, or I will have to call the police." 

Roman had taken action a little too quick, punching the man between the eyes, knocking him out cold. Only a few people had seen the incident. By instinct, him and his friends took their items and ran from the gift shop, not daring to look back.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Ok. So the first few chapters of the Legend of Mistro are over. Consider this to be the exposition, It's over. Yaaay! This was a really hard period to write in, since there wasn't that much action involved. These few chapters were to give you guys a feel of the characters, their attributes, their thoughts about each other, etc. But, thank god, its over. Now I can get on with the action now! Now, I'm not really good at doing fighting scenes, so I guess I will try my hardest to do these chapters good and thorough. Thank you all for reading and I hope to see you again sometime. BAI

~Mistro