A Princely Perspective

Chapter Eight: Running From The Law

   Nothing seemed like it was going my way here. I was absolutely done with Leviare. I paced over to my wardrobe and threw it open. Using my magic, I levitated all of my clothing into my suitcase, folding themselves neatly inside. From across the room I made any other of my possessions come flying towards me and into the case as well. Books, toiletries, parchment, quills, ink, and anything else that belonged to me. Once everything was packed, I kneeled down and casted my hand over my case returning all my clothes to their former selves. I then clasped it shut and shot back up off the ground.

   Before leaving, I glanced into my wardrobe once again. The only things left inside was the green ball gown and high heels. Scowling, I forcefully slammed the wardrobe shut, making it shutter. I never want to see you again. I twisted away and looked over the room for the last time. I drew up my left hand I once again snapped my fingers.

   As a Sorcerer, I can do countless types of spells. One of which is that I can teleport myself. An issue with my teleportation is that it only works in short distances and I also need to know exactly where I'm going. I once tested it in a field next to my house when I was nine. My range was around 400 feet, and now that I'm older it may have increased.

   Knowing my distance, I was able to travel just behind the palace gates. I jogged over to the guards and commanded their attention.

"Excuse me, I'd like to leave and head into Montra please." The two guards effortlessly opened the gates and I glided on through. I then began to make my way down the cobblestone road.

   I was halfway down the road when I heard a shout. I glanced over my shoulder and saw two dozen or more guards standing outside the gates. At the front of the group was the commander and next to him was a person in a wine red cloak. They lifted off their hood and I could see that it was Kenneth. That just fantastic. He called the royal guards after me. Well, I better book it. Without delay, I sprinted down the road not looking back. I could hear a stampede of feet from behind as I entered into Montra.

   Montra was the same as usual. People were scrambling through the streets, busy with their everyday lives. It was its normal, crowded and somewhat chaotic self but that's what I was counting on. I was nimble enough to easily dodge through the crowd. I also found the spots were everyone flowed in one direction and changed lanes as I came upon them. I found myself near a small alley way and ducked into it.

   I peered out into the swarm of people and chuckled at the guards that were getting stuck in the flows. Kenneth and a few of the guards though appeared to be navigating the crowds without a problem. They also were looking over right where I was crouched. I had to slow them down or throw them off my tracks. I set down my suitcase and quickly placed my hands on my head. I dragged them down turning myself back into Zinnia. I then created a brown shawl from my magic and draped it over my head and shoulders. I grabbed my case and hustled back into the crowd.

   I continued on my way south towards the harbor. The streets were starting to become less compacted but still had many people. I turned around a corner and was relieved to see the open market of the harbor. I hurried over by a stand that was selling exotic carpets. I hid behind a basket of rolled up kashmere rugs and peeked out over at the way I'd came from. The flutter of a red cloak caught my eye.

   Kenneth was the only person to stick on to my trail. He stood in the center of the street constantly twirling around trying to find me. I wasn't going to be able to sneak past him and get to the ship. I also didn't dare teleport in a restless area like the market. I did have an idea though. I stepped back out into the middle of the street and stopped facing towards Kenneth. He caught sight of me and attempted to move closer but I met his gaze and smirked maliciously. He halted and eyed me with caution. I then pointed out at him and cried out,