The Reason Zahara Ran to the Capital

The First Encounter

It was 8:00 in the morning, Zahara woke up in between two oak trees, Next to a burnt fire. Zahara could taste blood in his mouth. His face was covered in dirt. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his nose. He realized when he was sleeping looterocks attacked him. Looterocks are basically gangs that attack people. They've been around for decades and it's hard to keep them off the trade routes.

He saw red stains all over his wardrobe. He got up, brushing off any branches and dirt. He looked where his supply bag was for the trip, Gone. He had to go six days on foot without any pre-prepared food or water. He had to hunt.

"This sucks." He repeatedly said to himself after walking for an hour."Maybe I could stop at Nejitango. Another village near the capital. Two days shorter than to the capital."

Just then, he froze in his place. He saw Looterocks walking his way through the forest and over the dead branches and logs. You could easily hear their footsteps on the twigs. Zahara tiptoed over to the closest tree, and pulled out his knife, thinking how the looterocks that got him in his sleep didn't take that knife. The Looterocks were coming closer, about 40 yards away, then 30, then 20, then 10, and right before they got to the tree, Zahara swirled in a circular motion from the tree, all three dodged it, but one's clothes were ripped. Just then, they pulled out their knives, one instantly plunging his knife targeting his stomach. Zahara blocked it, and stepped back, almost tripping over the abundance of dead leaves and twigs on the forest floor. Zahara looked at the Looterocks eyes, the only part of their body that was showing because of their masks. "Wait a minute.", he says. Zahara recognized their eyes. They looked like eyes from a Looterock near the Dwarf village, where Dwarf of the Gold was born. He remembers those Looterocks from when he was protecting Dwarf Village, which was about three days away on foot from where he was. Just then, the one on the right flung his knife at Zahara. He ducked and the knife went halfway into a tree behind him. The Looterocks never talk. They remain as anonymous as they can get. The middle one pulls out a dart, with some thick red liquid on the tip. "Wait!" Zahara said. But it was too late. The arrow just nicked the side of his stomach. He became dizzy, and fell over. He fainted.