A Blade In The Crowd

Chapter 2 "Never Talk Back"

13 years later

Me and my son who was now a teen, would walk down a dirty path that would lead to the only village that was close to our house.

It wasn't peachy here. Too many robbery's took place here. Undercover demons that pretended to be human roamed everywhere searching for trouble.

Id pull Slyvester to my side once he began to slowly drift off away from me.

Slyvester had loved to explore, but right now, this wasn't the right place.

"Why are we here anyways?" He'd ask with an attitude.

I'd look down at him, he wasn't very far away from my height.

I'd chuckle and look into the eyed that he had stolen from his mother. "You want dinner don't you?"

Hed nod.

"Alright then" I'd reply.

Me and Slyvester would exchange observing things.

My body was here but my mind was elsewhere.

"Um, Dad" he'd say.

Before I could respond to Slyvester I'd lock my eyes on to the men that had been wearing Red coats.

"Templars" I'd scoff.

Templars were greedy wanna be knights, they usually stole money from villagers.

I'd then begin to turn around and walk back home but then turned back around after hearing one of the guards shout "HEY"

Before I could break out into a Sprint with Silver a Templar that had been on a horse blocked our path.

"You know the routine drop all your valuables" the Templar would say.

I'd nod giving into the Templar, I'd hand him the few gold coins that I was going to spend on dinner.

Something was wrong, the Templar didn't take my coins, it was because he was too busy retrieving the death stare that Slyvester had been giving him.

" Sir, were not even from here" Silver would say.

The Templar got off his horse and was now in front of Slyvester a few inches taller than him, probably taller than me.

"So, there's no hallway pass for this boy" the Templar would reply.

"I'm not a little boy, I'm older than how much you get paid to do this, I'm also much more older than your familys level of literacy rate" silver would say.

My eyes widened. Before I could stop what I felt was going to happen the Templar had already did it.

The Templar had slapped him.
Slyvesters face had been turned to the right from being slapped. His cheek was also red.

A smirk formed on the Templars face while rage filled mine.