The Auction

Whispers of what Caspian the Red will do shook the little town of Ahfra, a small village off the coast of the southern ocean. The people there were tan skinned, usually blued eyed people who usually where fishers, and merchants.

I sit on top of a roof of a pub with a bottle of gin in my hand and I watch all the tan skinned people laugh carelessly at one another, they contain something I never have seen for a long enough time. Peace. They were such peaceful people, it was beautiful. I continue scanning the crowds when something caught my eye.

A small girl with three grown men holding her by the arms and legs, literally carrying the young girl. I stand up quickly and disregard the bottle of gin and I race down the building to see what was happening. I make sure my hood keeps me consealed as I rush through the crowded streets.

The men had taken the girl on a stage like contraption and they force her to stand there with something hanging around her neck.
"Property of the Prince of Lightening" it read. My body became cold, and not from fear, from anger. Out of nowhere a loud, booming voice came from the shadows and I knew who it was.

"Ah, there is my prize." It was the Prince of Lightening, better known as Rhydian the man I am suppose to kill.