Story Ideas that aren't JohnLock

A new story!

/// Ignore the notes-app scribbles, I just really wanted to come up with a basis for the ship dynamic I'm gonna go for. Please let me know if this story interests you, I'd love to continue this if yall want to.
This is the opening for a story I had to do for an English thing, but I like it so I might make it a full-fledged story.
Enjoy!///

Eoghan sprinted through the crowd, twisting and turning amongst the throng of people going about their daily commute. He was well aware that what he had done was stupid, but God, he couldn't help himself.
His cloak fluttered behind him as he ran through the marketplace, his worn boots almost tripping over themselves as he ran. Faintly, he could hear the sound of his pursuers' shouts as they searched for him.
Ducking around the back of the local apothecary, he cursed himself for being so empathetic. This whole situation wouldn't have happened if he was a strong, stoic person that didn't care for others. Unfortunately, he was, and he always knew that this kindness would kill him one day.

A child was starving. That was simplest way to put it. Eoghan was wandering around town, as per usual, when he saw a mother and her child. They were both sat on the filthy ground near some hay bales, dirty-looking and downright miserable. Although he couldn't say much about appearances; he looked much the same as them, unkempt and slightly haggard from the trials of day-to-day life. But when he saw that boy, how absolutely forlorn he looked, he couldn't help himself. You could hear the poor kid's stomach rumbling from three feet away. The mother was cradling the boy, gently shushing him and holding him as close to her as possible. The boy turned and looked at Eoghan with dull brown eyes, no spark of hope left in them, silently begging for his help.
Abruptly, Eoghan turned on his heel and headed towards the tavern. He did hope that he didn't come off as rude, but his mind was more occupied in that moment. He marched towards his home with one thought in mind; get the boy some food and water, and some for the mother if he could find it.
Thankfully, he knew just where to find some. Living with and working for a bartender had its perks, one could say.

Of course, the bartender hadn't taken it well. Eoghan had snuck some food from under his nose to give to some ruffian and his no-good mother, obviously he'd be a little bit ticked off. What Eoghan wasn't expecting, however, was for him to go to the palace guards to ask for their assistance in finding him. To "bring him to justice" as he'd said. This unexpectedly harsh treatment lead back to his current problem; running in worn out boots through a crowd of folks from the lower town. Thankfully he blended in nicely, sporting a brown cloak, dark green tunic and slate-coloured trousers. His boots were originally black, but the caked-on mud had changed their appearance a little bit. The point is, it would be hard to notice him in a flock of people, though not impossible. The bartender knew what he looked like and probably would've informed the guards. It probably would've been a good idea for him to tie his hair up, but he didn't really have the time; th gap between him taking the food and his guardian finding out was a short one.

After hiding behind the apothecary and finally catching his breath, he realised almost instantly that he wasn't alone. There was a man, seemingly the same age as him, though he looked better kept and overall had a sense of pride, maybe even regality. They wore a light blue cloak, and their soft blonde hair could be seen poking over it. Eoghan knew that this wasn't a noble, however; they don't visit the lover town. He always assumed it was because it didn't meet their standards. Anyway, this aura was very unusual for a person in the lower parts of the kingdom, so Eoghan acknowledged the twist in his gut and began backing away. He didn't know exactly where else he could go, though, as he could still hear the echoing voices of the guards. It sounded as though they were coming closer.
The figure was standing with his back to Eoghan, looking out at the view of the town. Small houses and huts littered the landscape, the church and tavern could be seen in the near distance and the forests stretched beyond the hills. It was a sight to behold, but Eoghan didn't feel like stopping to enjoy the view so he carefully peeked his head out from the area in which he and the figure were standing. He was just about to leave and start running again, when he heard a calm voice behind him.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

///Thoughts?///