Snippet #2186483

I walk around town with my hood up. Lately I have made myself a target, and now I'm on the run from armies, assassins, everyone. I can't even sleep without worrying that someone will realize who I am. As if the universe wanted to insult me, I see a wanted paper with my name on it to the right. Someone drew a picture of me, and it was quite inaccurate. However, there are some features that can still be compared to the real thing. The hair style, for example.

I immediately take the poster and rip it up. I crumple it and burn it to ashes inside my own hand. How dare they? I save a kingdom from a tyrant and their reaction is to have every person in the kingdom try to arrest me! I sigh, then I see a couple people going to an alley way. I hesitated, thinking it was a trap. However, I decided to pass by anyway, just to see who's there. When I passed it however, no one was there. I pull my hood over my face more and kept walking. No one should be able to see my face. Not while my head is down and my hood is up.