Last Highway Man

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The sky was shrouded in dark misery, it looked like the gods had abandoned us. The mountain shook and swayed the soil under my feet. The dust of those already submitted to the flame rested on my shoulders. Men, women and children tried to flee but the flames out ran them. I thought this was my end.

The smoke rose to the air, poisoning it. The survivers began to choke for air as I looked death in the eye.

Two months earlier...

Dear mother and father, this city is now a place of crime and murder, I have been trained in the art of robbery at gun point.

Granted the letter was short but it was enough. This city would fall soon enough. The pathetic excuse for guards made it easy to steal for the people. I felt something painful in my heart when I heared a man say the word death. It was like a knife cutting the muscle and flesh. I dismissed the pain. My hunt would begin soon. I worked alone, perfecting the thieves tactics. The city of Lyrol was devided among elves and men. You had the poor quarters, it was easy to steal from there. Then you had the rich quarter. More of a challenge but a better pay. The sky darkened, night would fall soon. Rain began to fall like tears, hitting the ground and shattering like a spec of glass. My target was the thane of this city, I would not like to give away any information but he lives in the rich quarter.

The hours passed and the stroke of midnight sounded the bells of the clock tower. For once in the life time in this reched city the moon ilumanated the moon stone bricks, this made an illusion of day. To the right of me was my targets house, to my left was the guards. I crept over to a ladder, silent as a mouse, my boots hit the stone roof as I lept over a gap between the buildings. I reached the house, silent, dark. The way I liked it. The sky began to flash, thunder and lightning. I climbed down to the balcony, waiting for thunder to mask the sound of glass breaking.