(april 1st, 2012.)
I walked through the maket staring around. my tatered clothes hung loosely around my body and i stared at my toes trying to ignore the pangs of hunger. I noticed a vendor fast asleep how had been selling warm fresh bread. I... I couldnt help myself. I reached out my hand and grabbed a slice. The vendor did not stir, but the one selling fruit a stand away had been watching closely opened his mouth to exclaim..
"Guards! GUARDS! help! thief!" Of course it was all in my languge italiano.
I muttered under my breath."Cazo."Not going to translate that. A small patrol of four guards heard, and saw the peice of bread in my out streached hand. i stuffed it in my coat poket.
"stop!" exclaimed the leader, a almograver, who wore the best armor in the renicanse, i saw my chance, for the guards were a little over 10 meters away.i jumped onto the side of a building and began to climb. an arow wizzed past my head, and the guards began to give pursuit. i heard the click of a crossbow and relized that a ladder was erected next to me meaning a guard already was pearched on the roof. i saw the point of an arrow shinning silver. A sharp whiz and pain blossomed in my shoulder. After a short 3 seconds blood began to drip onto the guards below. They cheereed on their comrad, not bothering to wipe the crimson from their helms. i had seconds to move before the arrow that would fall me shot from the archers bow. I saw the edge of my vision faid to a fuzzy black. I heard the soft twang of a bow. Such a peacful sound, almost musical. Several more twangs and a man, climbing faster, much faster, then i was able. i felt a heavy presure on the back of my neck. i wondered, what the inferno?, before the blackness in my vision closed into the mans face and i lost all sense of being,
was i dead?
no.
