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"Stop him! Run faster you idiots!" The guard yelling at his lower ranking defenders was obviously in rage at the fact they could not keep up with their target. The heavily armored guards were no where near agile enough to climb the village houses like their quarry. As the one they were chasing clambered to the top of a shingled roof, one of the guards opened his mouth to use his own talent against the man high above them.

Jaden had just gotten up the wall he had been climbing to escape the village guards when his own talent, which allowed him to know everything within a 15 foot radius around him, signaled that something was flying towards him at high speed. Jumping on all fours a couple feet to his left, the impact of the object sent shingles raining down to the street below. Looking at the object, it was a large mass of meat and flesh. 'So', Jaden thought,'his talent is shooting....meat sacks from his mouth? What kind of talent is that?' Disgusted by the strange talent, Jaden stood up and ran over the rooftop of the small village. This particular little town was the closest one to the entrance of Mundania, but even so it did not see much travel. Lucky enough for him, the guards were poorly trained so he could slip away with ease.

Or so he thought, until he climbed down into the street and had one nearly grab him around them middle. Skirting away from the guard he spread his arms out from his sides and tilted his head in a humorous declaration. "It was only a sweetroll. Cant a guy get some food every once in awhile?" Jaden had to quickly duck out of the way as a large meat sack flew over his head from behind and hit the first guard right in his face, knocking him over. Jaden laughed when he straightened up and ran past the fallen guard. "I guess you can have that steak for yourself then, I'm not so hungry anymore."

Sprinting out of the villages front gate, he made his way into the jungle-like forests that inhabited most of Xanth's countryside. After a few miles Jaden stopped and looked back towards the village. No one was following him, he was sure of that. Catching his breath, he chose a long vine and slung it around a tree to make a hammock, laying down in it and lounging there for a quick rest and light nap.