Snippet #108

Milo realized that he had turned back into himself and backed away from the sight below, his eyes were set on the tiger as it devoured the man. The heels of his boots caught nothing but air causing him to lose his balance, it was then he was pulled from the gore as he tumbled backwards towards the street below.

"Eh!" He let out a faint cry as he transformed into the hawk a mere five feet from the cobbled ground, he pulled up best he could but as he attempted to dodge a passing merchant he flew straight into a hanging flag which he pulled free as he hurtled into what he could not see.

He smashed into a few unseen, very hard, objects before coming to a skittering stop. His concentration broken, he was reverted back to his human self.

"Ugh.... " Milo swallowed as he pulled the flag from his face and sat up looking around, he was in a tangle of chairs and a table on the patio of a bistro.

He quickly freed himself from the mess and stood up patting away the dirt from his clothes before looking around and hurridly departing down a side alley.

"You idiot... if anyone saw you crash... embarassing..." He let the thought fall away for a greater, much more terrorfying one.

"If that black tiger saw you..." He swallowed and looked over his shoulder and then stepped out into a busy street.

"Why weren't any of the slaves concerned... there is something strange going on." He made his way towards home, his eyes on the ground the whole time as night stretched across the city.

Milo let his thoughts go as he passed by the Montale home, his eyes lifted to Gabriella's window. He stopped walking and simply stared at the beautiful young woman who looked out, he had always had a crush on her though his family forbade any contact with the Montales as they were 'contributors to the Kings Slaughter house', as his father would say.

She probably didn't even know he was alive, she was just a year older than him and they were both nobility but other than that they had nothing in common and no reason to speak to one another.

Gabriella stood and left the window, Milo let out a sigh and continued to his home at a slow pace. He passed the servants as they finished the lawn work, they stopped and nodded to him before returning to their tasks, he smiled weakily at them and entered through the massive oak door closing it tightly behind him.

A short time later he found himself in his bed staring at the high up ceiling, night had fully clasped the world he knew and the moon shone its silver light across the foot of his blanket, he slept with the curtians of his bed drawn back, he hated not being able to see what was around him.

"I'm sure tommorow will be better..." He said as he rolled to his side and fell into slumber.