Brian Pratt - Fires of prophesy

The room looks to be someone’s bedroom, a bed and several dressers are contained within. Snores can be heard coming from the bed, two forms are sleeping under the covers. Not wanting to risk disturbing them, he drops back down to the crate which collapses under his weight with a loud crash. He quickly rolls against the building and holds still.

The noise from the crate crashing and him hitting the ground must’ve woke up one of the sleepers, for shortly a head sticks out the window and looks around the darkness of the alley.

Lying there perfectly still, Jiron watches as the person continues to look for several seconds before pulling his head back in. He waits for a minute and then lets out a sigh of relief when whoever it was fails to raise the alarm. He mustn’t have seen me here in the dark.

As he gets up, he sees two shapes coming toward him. They quietly say something to him but he doesn’t understand what they’re saying. Backing up slowly, he retreats back down the alley, never taking his eyes off the two approaching figures. Suddenly, a noise from behind and a quick glance shows another shadow approaching from behind.

Again, the figures say something. When he fails to reply, he sees them draw knives and can hear the person coming behind him do the same.

Sudden calmness comes over him as he realizes these are just some local thieves out for a score. Drawing his two knifes, he quickly advances upon the two approaching him.

They’re shocked for a moment as they didn’t expect him to launch an attack, and that moment’s hesitation is all Jiron needed to drop one to the ground. Quickly engaging the other, he blocks the man’s slash with one of his knives while following through with his other.

The man cries out as Jiron’s knife penetrates into his side, sinking five inches of steel beneath the skin and puncturing a lung. Falling to the ground, the man begins crying out and choking as his lung fills with blood.

Turning to the last thief, Jiron stands ready and can see the man is about ready to flee. Then suddenly from overhead, the person who had looked out previously now begins shouting, raising the alarm. That’s all the other thief needed, he quickly backs up and turns as he flees out of the alleyway.

Jiron quickly follows, deciding that the food he has will have to be enough for now. As he races across the street back the way he had come, another person who had stuck his head out his window to see what the other guy is yelling about sees him and starts to holler as well. Several guards, alerted by the shouting, see him running and give chase.

He dodges between buildings as he tries to throw off pursuit, all the while trying to make his way back to where his horse is tied up. He finally throws his pursuers off by ducking into a building and going out a side window. As they run off in the opposite direction, he makes a beeline for the wall and is soon over to the other side.

His horse is right where he left it. Mounting quickly, he turns toward the desert and kicks his horse into a gallop, putting distance between himself and the city.

Not happy with the small amount of supplies he had acquired, he supposes it’ll have to due under the circumstances. He tries to get his bearings in the dark in order to locate the area where he left James.

He rides for several minutes before spotting a light off in the distance. It looks to be a campfire. Don’t tell me James built a fire? That’ll alert everyone to our presence here! Getting mad at James’ stupidity, he rides toward the fire.

As he draws close enough to make out details, he realizes that it’s not a fire but several torches. Now much more cautious, he slows down and stops some distance away from the light, then gets down from his horse. Leaving his horse behind, he makes his way closer on foot and sees that the torches are held by soldiers of the Empire. A wagon is there as well and he watches in shock as an unconscious James is being loaded into the bed of the wagon.

A brown robed man is directing those placing James in the wagon and seems to be the one in charge. When James is finally within the bed of the wagon, the brown robed man climbs up onto the wagon seat as he gives orders to the driver. With a flick of the reins the horses get under way and the wagon begins to trundle back to town.

The dozen foot soldiers accompany them on their way back. Jiron is momentarily stunned that James could’ve been taken with so few soldiers. He’s seen him blast away dozens before, the area should’ve at least looked devastated. But looking around, it looks like they just walked right up and threw him in the wagon.

Whatever happened, he doesn’t have time to just stand there and ponder the imponderable. Hurrying back to his horse, he mounts up and follows the wagon at a discreet distance. When they arrive at the town, he’s glad they’re entering a different area than the one where he stirred things up earlier. Securing his horse to a tree outside the wall, he again jumps up and pulls himself to the other side as the wagon passes through the nearby gate.

He follows them through town, staying within the shadows and alleys. When he comes to avenues that he must cross in order to follow, he just strides right out and blends in with the few people on the street. Looking like you belong has always been the best way for him to remain undetected. If you look like you’re about your business, most people fail to even notice you.

The wagon continues rolling through town until it comes to an estate with a wall more formidable than the outer town wall had been. Guards are posted at the gates and the robed man says a few words to them as the wagon passes through. Once the wagon is within the estate, the gate closes. The accompanying foot soldiers turn and march down the street away from the estate.

The wall surrounding the estate has nasty looking spikes along the top to deter anybody from going over. Jiron has scaled those types before, but never made it over unscathed. He’s anxious to get in for he doesn’t know how much time James will have before they begin the interrogation. Hopefully they’ll most likely wait at least until he regains consciousness. But with mages, you never know what they can do to revive someone. He’s got to get in there!

He does a quick survey of the wall encompassing the estate, which by the way is fairly large and discovers the spikes run its entire length. Sighing, he comes to the conclusion that he’s going to have to risk the spikes.

Going over to a neighboring house, he acquires several shirts which are lying in a heap at the back door. He wraps them around his arms. Though they’re not very good protection against the spikes, they’re still better than nothing.

Glancing around, he makes sure he’ll remain unobserved and then jumps up, grabbing the top of the wall. Using extreme care, he pulls himself up and braces himself as he crosses over the spikes. A sudden pain erupts from his left thigh as a spike pushes through his leggings and punctures his skin.

He pushes his leg off the spike with his left hand and then a pain erupts from his left arm as another spike scores through the layers of shirts. When he finally makes it down to the other side, he has several pinpoint punctures on his arms and legs. Fortunately, none are very deep or serious, just bleeding slightly. He knew people back in the City of Light who had attempted a similar feat and had muscles and tendons tore from the spikes. Removing the shirts from his arms, he leaves them on the ground by the wall.

Looking toward the estate, he watches from the shadows as the wagon stops in front of the main entrance. The brown robed man gets down as several waiting attendants remove James from the wagon. Following behind the mage, they carry him into the house and the door closes behind them.