Borderline of the Enderines

Chapter 5

Rythian'Pov

Rythian talked to Nathan for a while longer. Learning more about his father. Nathan tells him that his father had been out for a least a year, where he first sent in guards to harass the villagers about his location.

"It's nearly been hell living here Rythian. Guards come in and take whatever, whenever. They beat people if the don't listen."

"I would have said that was hell, had I not lived worse."

Nathan looked at Rythian, a touch of concern in his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

Rythian gave him a smirk, barely concealed by the fabric. "I don't know."

Nathan's eyes hold a little confusion and panic evident in his eyes. "W-what?"

Violet eyes rolled at this, but shone with humor. "I don't have a plan-"

Nathan jumped up. "What don't you have a plan?!"

"You didn't let me finish. I don't have a plan yet." He didn't move at all.

"....Oh."

Yet another smirk wormed its way onto his lips as he made his way to the door.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Without turning or slowing, "You can't expect me to fight them without my sword, do you? Let me go get my things and we can get started."

Rythian stepped out the door and onto the street. Ghost J.r. leaped out before he could closed the door and ran back the way they came. He let out a small laugh and followed at a slower pace. A villager rammed into him, but only pushed him back a few inches.

"Hey, you ok? You're going to run someone over."

The villager looked up at him and started to shake a little more.  "R-rythian-n?!"

"Uh?..."

The villager continued, "Rythian, t-they...they're look-king for y-you!"

He immediately guess he was talking about the Enderies. "Where are they?"

As the villager was about to answer he looked over Rythian's shoulder. He screamed, "They're coming! Run, run back to where you were!"

He didn't need to be told twice. He didn't have his sword, and by the sound of it there was a lot of Enderies following him. He ran towards the forest, speeding up when he sensed a hand near him. Never in his life was he thankful to have long legs.