{~ The midnight attack ~}

[idiot 502]

It was a cold evening... a chill blew throughout Felsen as a young boy, not older than fourteen walked through the streets of the capital. 

 

The boy turned off the main street, headed through a side street and exited from one of those into a small square, hidden behind houses, somewhere in Felsen.

 

There was a scraping of metal and the "Squelsh" as a figure steps back from the shadows of an archway in the small courtyard... Brown, leather boots splattering mud everywhere as the tall, muscular and iron clad figure walked in the mud created by the rain the previous day. 

 

The figures face was covered by an eery shadow cast by the archway... The arm of this figure moved, clenched the pommel of a knife tucked in their belt and yanked it out. The armour that coated their arm screeching in the chilly breeze, the sound carrying throughout the nearby alleys.

 

The young boy, Ralph, as some might now him as, kept walking. Having not spotted the figure, nor realised where the noises had came from was 

vulnerable... 

 

The figure made their move, launching themselves at the boy and saying in a deep, gruff voice, "Nice sword kid, shame it won't be yours

anymore." the man would say, before moving to drive his dagger into Ralph's shoulder and reaching to grab the sword and wrench it from its sheathe, its ornate handle glinting in the moonlight, the steel blade shimmering, calling for blood... calling for death.

 

The mysterious attacker would begin to walk away before stopping, looking up to the moon, the stolen blade still in his gauntlet covered hand...

 

"Death..." the blade would seem to call, looking... seeking for death. The man would look over his shoulder, looking at Ralph who was now sprawled on the floor in shock. The figure would walk back over to the boy and look down at him, pointing the blade above one of his eyes

before plunging the blade into it causing the boy to scream and writher in pain. 

 

The scream would echo throughout felsen, blood covering the floor and matted in the boy's hair as he stumbles through the streets... looking for someone... looking for anyone... 

 

((Not a PK post. Just to add some interesting things to my character.)

[Elad™ 560]

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