The Savior

Chapter 3

"And where might you be going in such a hurry?"

I could feel myself losing my balance as I staggered backwards from the rough push Alexander inflicted on me.

Alexander had never taken a liking to me and after the town folk found out I was incapable of producing magic it only added to his loath towards me. John and Theodore were once my friends when I was a child but Alexander came along (what a stubborn child he was) and could not hold his tongue, telling the two I was a bastard and that the goddess did not love low life such as myself.

"Gentlemen, I unfortunately do not have the time to entertain you all today so if you could kindly let me pass I shall be on my way." I replied in a mordant tone.

Alexander's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Where is your apology? You were the one who bumped into me if I am correct therefore I see no need to move."

I had no time to return a snide remark I was running late for the tournament and only a set number of men could participate. I could not risk missing my chance only to engage them in a game fitting only for their amusement.

"For goodness sakes get out of the way you imbeciles!"

I quickly covered my mouth. Goddess I know you and I are not well acquainted and you might not very well be real but if you are listen somewhere in a world incomparable to ours don't let this be my death. I do not want to seem rude but I was not planning to meet you so soon.

"What was that?" Alexander barked back. He started to make his way over to me.

Oh that is not good, not good at all. Before I could process my own actions I was already running down the pathway with three brawny brutes chasing right behind me. I had no direction in which I was heading but all I knew was that I needed to lose the three and find my way to the tournament without a black eye and a broken arm.

I could hear their heavy footsteps getting closer and pushed myself to go further. I turned into a small passageway and kept running but was stopped in my tracks by a stone wall that indicated that I had reached the end.

"Perhaps I really am unloved." I breathed out. "Magic would have done wonders in my current predicament."

I heard an alarming noice and quickly turned my head around to find the source of the frightening sound. It was a white goat tied onto a wooden pole with a thick rope bunting its head on a stack of boxes and barrels. The stack was blocking a tight path between two homes so small a child could fit through, or myself.

Quite an appropriate time to be grateful for my inadequate ability to sustain any form of muscle.

The goat turned to me throwing it's front legs up and barring its teeth. It released a strained cry and flailed nipping at the rope to get free.

Animals did not take kindly to me. After the age of ten animals were, how would one put it, hostile towards me. Berlin, a nice gentleman that sold goods but leaned more towards animals since they are in high demand and much more profitable, needs assistance when dealing with the animals. It takes some time to help him in his daily duties to care for the horses and other four legged creatures because they are usually pushed against a corner, wide eyed like they have just witness the murder of King Leon Giamaria himself. Not a pretty time for the land.

A splendid idea began to form in my mind. I moved towards the goat and reached my hand out to the pole but in its frenzied confusion swung it's low horns at my abdomen. I dodged by the tip of a hair and backed away. This was going to be difficult.

I walked carefully making my way to the other side of the goat and safely to the worn down and weathered pole. I tugged at the rope and the goat let out a loud huff. "Forgive me, bare with it please."

I struggle with the knot. Who gives this much attention to a simple rope? How is one supposed to take out this intricate work of disarray. I went on to pull and tug on the rope until three figures came into my line of sight and panic crept into the pit of my stomach. I might have spewed my lunch of stale bread and a sliver of cheese if it wasn't for my determination to get to the tournament.

As they approached closing in on me I finally ripped the rope off the pole and slapped the goat on it's behind and watched as it ran it's head right for Alexander's manhood. He let out a groan falling onto the ground. That's going to hurt when it comes morning.

John stepped forward ready to catch me but the goat ran to him next. He had a face of pure terror and scrambled to Theodore. As they were distracted I pushed the boxes and barrels out of the way and slipped myself through the small path.

Once I got to the other side my mind was set on one thing and one thing only. I must get to the tournament before it's too late.