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| Leahe
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Subject: Street Rat | |||||
| Drago lay back on an overhang, spinning a rod between his forefingers. The bright, early-morning sun glinted off its smooth sleek surface. He sat there, listening to the turmoil of the busy streets below him. The shouts of traders advertising their products, dogs barking, and the peoples chattering filled the air. This was the capitol. The Weduioian Capitol. And Drago was stuck here, he couldn’t get out. A boy amidst the enemy was what he was. A boy long forgotten. A legacy no longer remembered in the old capitol. He was The Black General, but no longer. He had been reduced to a thieving, homeless, street rat, held captive by fate. Drago knew there was a war brewing between his old army, the Bluinthians, and the Weduioians. Drago planned to be a part of it. Not as a Weduioian, but as a Bluinthian. Yet the question was… how? How was he supposed to get out of the capitol without being overwhelmed and dragged back again? That was the real question. And how could be leave poor young Alec by himself. The kid depended on him for survival… a little too much. He thought that maybe him leaving would be good for the kid, after all Drago was his age when he was forced to depend on himself for survival. It was about time the kid learned that he couldn’t rely on him his whole life. Drago sighed and then sat for a few moments, listening for the right time. He glanced over the overhang and saw an opening below him and stole his chance. He hopped of the overhang and landed next to a food stall. He quickly snatched up a loaf of bread and some cheese before dashing off through the crowded streets. People quickly got out of his way as an angry shop keeper chased after him. “Get back here, you little street rat!” Drago smirked, twisting the three long scars across the right side of his face. Drago glanced up then skidded to a halt and faced his pursuer. “Come and get it!” he waved the loaf of bread. The Shopkeeper stormed nearer and then Drago suddenly tossed the loaf of bread high into the air, then turned and ran again. The bread never fell back down for high above was Alec, gripping the bread and quickly disappearing back onto the roof top and out of sight. This is what Drago considered ‘laying low.’ He kept his true talents hidden. He could have easily tossed the bread up and then kicked the shop keeper in the face and killed him just like that and then recaught the bread and ran… but you see? That would A) ruin the fun B) expose himself and C) he would defiantly be thrown in jail on the charges of murder. He did NOT want to go back there again. |
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