The Scythe: Death's Arise

Chapter 6: A Long Ride Home

Thomas, Zephron, Drake, and Angelina were moving slowly in the night. They had put there lights out and were hiding from a group of people Zephron had spotted.

"Angelina, hood up, now." Zephron commanded. Angelina raised her hood, which altogether did very little because her horns were still visible.

"Can you tell who it is?" Drake asked.

"Looks like elven soldiers, but why are they way out here?"

They begin to hear the shouts of the soldiers as they draw ever closer, "Don't let him get away! He's right there!"

Hiding in the darkness just like them, there is a young boy running from the guards.

"A boy?" Zephron questioned.

The young child was running straight for them, leading the guards there as well. The boy was an elf and looked to be around nine or so. He had short messy white hair and wore a black cloth mask over his face along with an eye patch over right eye. Clutching some large slate in his arm, it seemed he had stolen from someone and the guards were sent to retrieve him.

The boy leaped in the air and landed on the back of the steed Zephron and Drake were on. "Can you help me? Please?"

"What did you do, kid?" Drake asked.

"I'll tell you when you get me out of here."

"Good enough for me. Go to the other steed. Angelina, protect him with your cloak."

The boy did what he was told and soon after, the group of soldiers ran up to there horses. "Have you seen a small child come by?" One of them asked.

"He just passed by. White hair, right?" Zephron responded.

"Yes. Yes! Which way did he go?"

"Don't suppose I get compensated for that information, huh?"

"What? Just say, damn you!" The soldier demanded.

"Fine, fine." Zephron said as he pointed in a direction behind them.

"Thank you. Hurry men, that way!" The soldiers then ran in the direction Zephron pointed them in.

Thomas was not in agreement with these actions, however, Drake and Zephron were his only shot at getting home and he didn't want to screw that up now. Also, something about the young boy's situation reminded Thomas of himself at that age. This was when Thomas had gotten used to being on the streets, him and his sister, running from guards. Due to these reasons, he stayed silent.

Dawn was breaking and the group had settled in a spot in the woods, hidden from the eyes of the public.

"Alright kid, start talking." Zephron said as he sat down next to the stump of a fallen tree.

"About what?"

"Maybe you can start with what you stole, and why those guards were so desperately trying to get it back."

"I didn't steal it! It's mine." The boy stated.

"Kid, we're gonna need a better lie than that." Drake added.

"My name is Antonio and I'm not lying. Those weren't soldiers, they were bad men."

"Alright, Antonio, now I'm interested."

"Have you been to the city of Furatia recently?"

"Can't say I even know where that is." Zephron said.

"It's a large city in Saefville, close to where we are now. It's run by the Church." Thomas explained.

"Except it isn't anymore," Antonio said, "It was taken over by a man who calls himself the Black Knight."