Orphan Dreams

Part 2

Alexander was the type of person who had everything people wanted but nothing of what he wants. All he wants is to spend his days on his family's farm living a simple life. And that's what would have happened when he inherited the farm after his father's death. As the second son of a noble man that was what was expected of him. His older brother, Jameson, would inherit the main house in the capital and with it he would get all the headaches and boring work. While Alexander would get a life of freedom away from all the gossip of his rich folks.

However, all that changed when Jameson died from unexpected illness on a cold winter night. On that awful night Alexander didn't only lose his bestfriend but he lost his dreams and freedom along with him. One day Alexander was enjoying rural life and on the next he had to accompany his father on all his meetings. He was suddenly required to consider his every action from clothes to manners, all to avoid gossip.

Five years had passed since Alexander had to leave his old life and he still hadn't fully adjusted. Physically and socially, he fits the elite life perfectly, but his heart still longs for wildlife. If he hadn't found a substitute after his first month of stay in the city, he would probably have gone insane.

Every night he wears a mask and black garment to blend into the night. When he first did this as a fifteen year old, he didn't have the courage to do anything other than mingle. But as he grew older so did the restlessness inside of him. Which drove him more reckless as time pass by. He went from pranks to pickpocket to stealing to starting fights.

A part of him knew that he shouldn't risk getting bruises but the feeling that overwhelms during the day when he is forced to do all the things his brother used to do. When someone brings up his brother, every time he messes something up.

The feeling of failing his brother is worse than the feeling of getting punched. Sometimes Alex gets this cruel feeling of regret at visiting Jameson on his deathbed. When Jamie pleaded with him to handle his responsibilities well. Alexander wonders which he hates more: his brother for leaving or his brother for trusting him with a future he knows well that Alexander despises.

A lord by day and a criminal by night what an odd combination, thought Alexander to himself as his shadow wove through the dark allies with grace that can only be gained through years of practice. He was contemplating what the adventure of tonight would be when he heard a scream.

He turned toward the sound expecting to see the usual, a bunch of thugs harassing a poor citizen. He would of course jump to the rescue because nothing sets his heart beating as a good fight and the feeling of heroism that follows.

What he didn't expect to see was two grown men struggling to hold down a young girl who is at least half their size. She was scratching and biting like a wild cat and although he knew that he shouldn't be, Alexander was amused for the first time in years.

His amusement dropped when he saw a third figure creeping behind the girl with a rag that was clearly drugged in his hand. Alexander throws his knife at the man with the rag and advances on the other two with his sword.

Alexander has never killed anyone before, and he is not planning to start any time soon. All he needs is enough time to allow the girl to escape before he follows suit.

As the two men were knocked down, he could hear other footsteps, he cursed under his breath before facing the young girl, "run" he uttered heavily however before she could respond, men enclosed their front and back escape route.

As Alexander was about to regret interfering, the girl surprised him once more by drawing his other sword and charging toward the men with a battle cry. From the way she was holding the sword, he could tell it was the first time the girl had ever wielded a weapon.