As I pass through the wrought
iron gates out of the city, I look up from the steady thrum of my
feet accidentally catching the eye of a young man with sandy,
short, brown hair and forest green eyes. As I pull my eyes away
from him I quicken my pace for fear that he may have recognised my
eyes, which go from a rich blue to a bright purple from the inside
out with a black ring around my iris.
The chorus of shouting guards appears behind me as I take of at
a sprint, bolting for the deep green forest to my left. Hearing the
heavy footsteps behind me only makes me run faster. Three trips and
twelve scratches later I decide that I can’t out run them, so
I turn to fight hoping to injure them enough that they wont be able
to follow me.
As they come into view I know that this is a big mistake, for I
had underestimated their numbers. Ten guards entered the green
clearing where I now stand ready for the fight to come.
They attack me as a group, but one thing that they don’t
know is that I excel in combat. With seven down and three to go I
send one of my throwing knives through a guards thigh. Two left.
But this I wasn’t prepared for. The sleeping potion in the
dart slowly seeps into my blood stream as I attempt to run, ending
up sprawled on the grass-covered ground. Cursing the man who had
looked in my eyes.
