Snippet #2611995

Five days. It had been five days since Edward's escape from Thahill. He couldn't believe how quickly his own men turned on him the second their new King issued such an order. He killed several good soldiers, all of whom he had once shared a close bond with. He thought of most of them as brothers, and to think they cared so little about him... The visions of that afternoon flashed in Edward's mind again and again, only increasing the ache in his chest. He could still hear the battle horn bellowing loudly above him as he ran through the royal courtyard of the King's mansion. His ears rang with the shouting of his former brothers in arms as they chased after him, their voices carrying a tone of blood lust. It seemed this new King created monsters out of men, and though he did his best to avoid it, Edward had no choice but to slay them. He could still see the flashes of white dance across the pale blue sky as his magic electrocuted the soldiers that gave chase behind him. He did his best to only knock them out, but he knew some were not as strong as others.

The memory of his men lying there at his feet caused Edward to give his head a hard shake, snapping himself out of the brief day dream. He was sitting in a busy tavern, about twenty miles South of Thahill. He had ditched his previous attire, which was once decorated with the various awards he had won during the Seven year war, for something less noticeable. A black tunic with matching black boots and pants with a red sash tied around his waist to holster his sword. His torso was draped with a black trench coat that covered most of his body, and sitting in the dim light made him blend in with the dark of the night fairly well. The only thing he kept from his previous clothing was the thunder medallion that hung around his neck the former King of Thahill gave him when he was first appointed General.

Edward watched the various beings mingle about in the tavern, with no real interest in any of them. That is, until a certain pair caught his eye as they walked in. He immediately knew who they were, and quickly made his way out of the tavern. Damn bounty hunters. How the hell did they catch up to me so fast? He thought, making his way through the quiet village. After some distance from them, he slipped into an alley, hoping they weren't giving chase. It seemed to have worked, and after hopping a fence that bordered the town, he disappeared into the night, unaware that there was another presence following...