Snippet #1518182

#Sarife

"Take my hand!" The man dressed in torn fabric extended a hand towards Lydia. She was slightly stunned at the gesture, but accepted nonetheless. He hoisted her onto the rooftop of a low building and they were soon running and climbing a few feet about the ground.

The young woman wondered why they were chasing after him. It couldn't possibly be her because she knew for a fact no one was looking to seize her. She shifted her gaze from their still linked hands to the back of his head where stray black strands blew past his cheeks. He wasn't bad looking, she had to admit. His attitude though, the way he spoke to her that one time was...quite unattractive in her opinion.

"Do you have any idea where we're going?!" She shouted after the strange young man.

Silence was the only response she received. She scoffed silently at the man's rudeness. Her irises moved from the soldiers following below on steeds to the ones that had dismounted their own rides and chased after them by foot. The row of houses was about to come to an end, thus their path slowly becoming nonexistent.

Lydia had to think fast - otherwise her and whoever this guy was would be in serious trouble. She knew this town pretty well since she'd been here for a decent amount of time, good thing it wasn't too large.

"This way!" She yanked his arm with all her might towards the left, and they leaped down onto a sturdy wooden crate. Remembering a dark, unknown building she'd found a small child hiding in before, the woman sharply turned into an alleyway.

Then, roughly shoved him into an old, abandoned warehouse following along immediately after.