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| Leahe
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Subject: Captain Solon | |||||
| Drago ran through the silent deserted alley ways. It was just past midnight, not many people were out and about at this time. He paused in the dark shadows of a wall and gazed across the open ground and to the prison with his dark green eyes. He flicked his head to the side to get his bangs out of his eyes. He stepped out of the shadows and the moon turned his black hair silver with its light. He quickly slid into another shadow and glanced back at the prison. He instinctively ducked down and pressed himself closer to the wall as he saw a flicker of movement. He glanced at the doorway of the prison and saw a figure cautiously step out and dash across the open ground and duck in the shadows of a wall, followed close behind by another. He watched the spot where he saw then disappear into the shadows and saw the glint of metal in the moonlight. Drago watched for a few moments longer and then crept along the wall and across the open space and over to the wall. Then suddenly a hand reached out, covering his mouth and yanked him back into the shadows. Drago didn’t even have time to react. The next thing he knew there was a knife pressed to his throat he instinctively flinched and tried to pull back away from the knife, but the man was directly behind him. Flinching back might as well have been the same as running into a brick wall. He heard a voice, but what it said didn’t quite register in his head as the man withdrew his hand from his mouth and spun around to slam him into the wall and pin him there. Drago just stared blankly at the man, examining his features. The man had blonde hair and dark grey eyes. He had the build of a soldier and the accent of a Bluinthian. This must be Solon. He thought to himself as he glanced over at the other figure. He recognized the young captain. It was Araman, he’d run into him a few times before. The boy was forced into the Weduioian army. The only thing that could explain this was the Araman was helping Solon escape. The man pressed the knife closer to his throat and hissed “I said who are you, and what do you want?” Drago instantly responded, using the nickname everyone knew him as now-a-days. His real name seemed to have just simply… dropped out of existence. He was, as far as he knew, the only one alive that knew what it was. “Drago, my name is Drago. I know how to get you out.” That was true, he knew exactly how to get out. “I saw you with him and knew you were trying to escape and no one knows how to escape this place better than I do, but of course I couldn’t leave.” “Can you fight?” he asked. Drago scoffed “Yeah. Top of the class. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of me, being a captain in the Bluinthian army, and… being who you are.” Drago added that last part. He felt as if there was something familiar to him. Not to mention he looked a heck of a lot like his friend from back in the old days. David, who had been like a brother to him. David, the son of Athena. The two might as well have been twin brothers for all he could tell. Twins… the word brought back memories... bad memories. He was three the last he saw his brother. Now… he was seventy-six. Drago noticed the shock in Araman’s eyes in the corner of his vision but he stared hard at Solon while he tightened his grip. Drago could tell something had clicked, but Solon still said “Why would a street rat like you be famous?” Drago sighed, Solon would find out soon enough… if he let him come with them. “Oh well. I hope you figure it out. Anyway we don’t have time for this. Do ya wanna get out of here, or get captured? We’ve stalled long enough.” The two stared at each other for several moments. Solon’s grey eyes looking deep into his as if he could see into his mind. Eventually, Solon let him go and shoved the knife back in his belt. Drago knew that knife wasn’t his, it was Araman’s. He nodded “Follow me” |
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