Monday, October 7, 2013

Page #4

“No problem at all, Princess the very first pair shall be yours.” Kota said as he bowed and walked out of the room. With the coins in hand Kota sprinted towards the market place to track down two opals that he would be able to use for his goggles. The market place a usually uproarious place of laughter and screaming was almost disserted only a few food peddlers remained. “Dammit now I’ll be forced to go to the jewelers.” Kota cursed his bad luck but he could not wait while he had this ambition, this drive… the best time to act was now. Kota ran through the streets leading just outside the City. A glass building is no place to keep expensive jewels so about fifty years ago the mage king commissioned a building to be made entirely of iron with no windows, and only one door. This building is guarded at all times by some of the largest brawlers and swordsmen all of Reyanall has to offer. Unfortunately getting to the building proves to be trying since it is located outside of Mirage City. The out skirts of the city are not the safest place to travel alone. Kota took his time slinking along the walls of the stone building surrounding the city. Every time he heard a sound other than his own feet he stopped and waited till he heard it moving away. Kota peered around every corner and checked every alley as he stalked his way to the jewelers. With the entire city’s wealthy and powerful celebrating the peace talks the workers, dregs and the poor aren’t enjoying these affairs. Kota was nearly there when he saw the graveyard three young women gathered around one of the grave stones. The fastest route to the jewelers was to cut through the graveyard. Uncertain Kota dashed from his hiding place among the stone buildings and shot straight past the three young women, and out the other side of the graveyard. As he exited the holy ground the jewelers building came into view. Without hesitation Kota dashed along the street stopping short and diving into an alley when he noticed a Vampire strolling down the pathway his face and neck covered in blood dragging a dead man along as went.

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