Worth the Fight- A Solangelo Royalty AU

I-Bread

(A/N wow look at those fancy Roman numerals.)
NPOV (Nicos point of view)
"Bianca, I'm going out!" I shouted as I threw on my cap.

Bianca entered the kitchen where I was pulling on my brown jacket. She was wearing her favorite purple dress and her hair was pulled back in a way that made her look much older than she actually was. She was only turning 19 in a few months, but she looked to be in her mid-thirties. Which I suppose was good considering she usually had to appear to be my mother ever since...nevermind. The details aren't really important.

She frowned at me.

"Nico? Where are you going?" She inquired.

I looked down at my shoes.

"We're out of food again, Bia. We finished the bread off yesterday." I whispered.

I glanced up to see her eyes widen.

"But you just stole more more a few days ago, how can we be out already?" She asked frantically.

I only shrugged and she ran over to envelop me in a warm hug.

"Be safe, alright? They're already on to you. Don't let them catch you. If they do, I'll come looking for you in the woods at sundown, okay?"

I nodded. I knew the plan well. If I was ever caught I was to run into the forest and when it got dark, then Bia would come out to search for me. It had happened a few times in the past, but she had always found me before the sun had completely set, so it usually wasn't a problem.

I gave my sister a light peck on the cheek and slipped outside. The cool autumn air blew into my cheeks giving them a pink glow. I smiled. Autumn had always been my favorite season. I walked down the familiar path towards the market.

Once there, music filled my ears. Yellows, oranges, browns, and reds were swept into my vision. The air smelled sweet, like apples and cinnamon. My mouth watered at the thought, but I quickly got back on track. I snuck over to the bread merchant. He was currently arguing with a petite woman over the price per loaf.

Slowly, I tiptoed behind him so the woman wouldn't notice me, then when I was just behind the stand, I silently reached up and...

CRACK!

Schist.

I stepped on a stick. The man and woman whirled their attention to me. I grabbed the loaf of bread and the man screamed.

"You again! Thief! Guards, arrest him!" My eyes widened.

Uh oh. Not good.

Before the guards could even look in my direction, I took off. I dodged shoppers, children, and merchants as I sprinted towards the woods surrounding the area. I could hear the gunshots and footsteps of the guards. I could hear the shouts of the angry men. I could hear my heart beating in my chest.

I pumped my arms faster.

I don't know how long I ran for, but it must've been awhile because when I stopped, there were no more footsteps, no more gunshots, or yells. Only a few bird chirping in the surround trees.

I held the bread close to my chest as I watched the sun start to set in the distance.

No. No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening.

I suppose now would be a good time to reveal how terrified I am of the dark. I'm not sure exactly why, but something about it chilled me to my core. I started whimpering as the last bits of sunlight disappeared. I know it wasn't exactly a 'manly' thing to do, but to be quite blunt, I couldn't care less. I was horrified. I started shaking and a few lone tears started to run down my face.
I started yelling.

"Bia! Bia, help me!" I cried.

There was no response. I heard multiple pairs of footsteps come up from behind me. I spun around quickly.

"Bia? Is that you?"

There was no response. The footsteps started getting closer and I started backing away until I backed straight into a wall of trees. I could hear their breathing only a few inches away. Then, before I knew what was happening, a light turned on and I was blinded. I let out a yelp as I brought up a hand to cover my eyes, too late. The bread flew out of hand as a rope encircled my wrist.
(A/N- @hoperoundcount says that she hopes that the bread hit one of the guards in the face.)

I screamed. They tugged on the rope attached to my wrist and I was jerked onto the ground. My head hit something hard, likely a rock or root, and blood seeped out of a wound. I bit back another scream as they placed a gag in my mouth. They then had someone hold my arms down, despite my flailing wildly and tied my hands, then later, my ankles. Then they hauled me over someone's shoulder. I heard a horse in the distance but it was too hard to focus on anything. Between the mass panic of being caught, hysterical fear of the dark, and the bleeding wound on the back of my head, I started to slip in and out of consciousness. I was only semi-conscious when they threw me into what I assumed to be a horse-drawn carriage. But the force of impact was enough to make me fade completely into unconsciousness.
(A/N yay! Chapter one is officially up! I hope you enjoy! If you didn't, please keep going because I swear on the River Styx that it gets better. Thank you! Also, if weren't already aware, I got the inspiration from the song 'Worth the Fight by BROODS. I dont know I think it's a good song. Check it out if you want and comment what you think of it. )

Stay amazing my darlings! You are brilliant! And don't forget: gay ships are yay ships!
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