Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
"Food, clothes, boots, armor, uhh... oh! My sword!" Lance thought, he pointed at each item he had, the only thing he was missing was his sword... which he'd left in the courtyard.
He quickly blew out the dusty candle in front of him and crept to the door. Once out the door he looked back to his room, even if it was pitch-black, he knew where everything in it was. It wasn't much, his bed, dresser, closet.
He proceeded to look both left and right to make sure servants weren't surveying the area. Once he figured it was clear he tip-toed to the stairs. He lightly sighed, knowing he'd have to make sure nothing made a noise in his pack. He clutched the bag to his chest then took a deep breath. After successfully making it down the long stairs without a peep he quickened his pace a little.
"Where is my sword... where is my sword!" He thought frantically, even though no one was pursuing him, he felt he needed to be quick.
CLANK!
He froze like a possum and worriedly looked around the courtyard. After a few moments he noticed the only things moving were his eyes and his drum-like heart. Looking down to see what he stepped on that could make that un-godly noise and saw it was his sword and another sword in a pile, on the ground. He didn't remember putting his sword on the ground earlier that day. He could have sworn he'd placed his sword on a chair that afternoon. Lance shrugged off the thought, it didn't matter, he found it.
Shhhhiiinnnnk. His sword was placed back in to his dusty old scabbard.
Lance glared at the other scabbard on the chair he had originally placed his sword on.
"I knew it. Walton must have moved it... he should know damn well I don't need his sympathy or finery." Lance looked down at himself and remembered he was wearing the pearl black armor Walton had bought him a month ago.
"Well... except this armor... the armor is good..." Lance shrugged and then looked back the vast courtyard.
"Goodbye, lovely courtyard. If there's one thing I'll miss, its you. And Grace.... Grace more than you, courtyard."
One more quick glance at the courtyard and he was off. It wouldn't be for a long time until he saw it again.
Lance walked outside in the cool night with the moon light as his only guide. He walked for sometime until he reached the slums part of the big city. He sighed as he saw his old house. It had already been claimed by some thugs. Lance cursed them under his breath, they would never understand what that house meant to him. As he continued on, he started to look down at the path in front of him instead of just in front of himself.
He continued on until he was almost out of the slums and then completely out of the city of Melior, that capitol of Crimea.
As he continued walked he heard a loud thump on the ground followed by a, "and don't you ever come back here again you little cheater!" and the crashing sound of a door slamming.
Lance looked up and saw a boy with blonde hair leaned over the rugged pavement.
Lance quickly ran over to the boy and spoke, "Are you alright?"
The blonde boy burst out laughing, "Ha! haha! I just gambled a weeks worth of food! haha! How do you... ha... think I feel? I'm dead broke and might just starve!" The boy then looked up and stopped laughing, "You... I know you!
Lance looked down at the boy, "You... errr..."
The boy stood up and looked Lance dead in the eye, "Damn. Noble life made you forget all your friends or something? It's me! Wolf! Shannon Wolfe! You jerk."
Something clicked within Lance's mind, he did know this kid, Shannon. Shannon was the mastermind, he could cheat almost anyone out of their money. He was really smart, you could almost see he was the jack of all traits within his green eyes.
"Shannon... Wolfey! Man!" Lance hugged his old friend, happy to see that somethings in the slums would never change.
"What did I tell you about calling me Wolfey, Mr. Noble?" Shannon spoke in a mocking tone as he pushed Lance away after their hug.
"Fine, Wolf. And.... don't call me 'Mr. Noble' I will always be the Lance who gave you half my dinner when you slipped up."
Shannon smirked, "Hey that was one time! One time!" He shook his head, "You wouldn't happen to have some chicken and bread on you again... would you? It will be a while before I get enough money to buy myself some food."
Lance sighed, "You mean, steal money and food, as normal?" He quietly chuckled.
Shannon put one finger in the air and shook it, "No sir, yours truly has changed for the better! I now have a job and I haven't stolen in a whole month, sir,"
Lance laughed, "Yet you just got kicked out for cheating..."
Shannon scowled, "Can't I have a little fun?"
Lance shrugged, "No."
They then began to see the sunlight over the hills, and the screams of a woman.
(My gosh. This chapter sucks... lol. I have nothing to say. I had writers block for nothing...
thank you. Gobli.)