I'm planning on just writing and posting. This means that only parts of my chapters will be posted at a time. Also, this is the first time I'm writing blind, so if it gets confusing, boring, dumb, or any combination of the three, I'm sorry. Another side note, I had an idea for this story, but after much thought, I completely erased it, adding only small details.
Chapter 1
A Midnight Escape
Quickly, I jump and roll into an abandoned hallway across from where I was hidden. I try to keep all sound to a minumum, but when carrying a bag full of empty explosives across your back, it's hard to stop them from clanging together. I pause. No sounds come, so I continue on and find a handhold in the wall. Halfway up the wall the sound of voices creep up to me. I look up, noticing a five foot gap between me and the lip of the roof. Too far away to pull a fast scramble. Instead I settle against the wall, hoping that I won't be spotted against the rock wall.
"....is still unknown. We've done all we can after having many of our men injured by the attack." The end of the sentence catches my attention. Someone attacked the castle?
The responding voice is higher in tone, but still masculine, "Have you searched the inner workings of the castle?" I supress a shiver from crawling through my body. That voice could only belong to one person. The general viceroy. German.
"Yes. He synged the creases of the vents together to keep us out, but we were able to pry one open. The entire thing had been collapsed in."
A click of distaste. "Of course. Nothing less is expected of our dear Prince." Sarcasm hung thick on his last words.
I felt a spark of interest ignite within me. Why would he speak of the prince like that? As far as I knew, everyone loved him.
I barely managed to stop a sound of repulsion from bubbling up from my throat. Anyone who spent their lives bottled up in a castle, kept safe from the dangers of the world and pampered until the day they died, had no idea of the trouble the world outside presented. Ever since the day I was born, our country had been at war with Adeila. Because of their close proximety, agricultural imports and clean water pumping were extremely hard to get through to the main city. A small majority of the people received enough pay to survive, but the rest had to scrounge through trash filled cans and beg from the charity lacking nobles. Our prince, Silvermist of Ebraiya, has never been seen outside the walls of the castle. As far as his people knew, he spent all his days stuffing his face and seducing women. How people still loved him was beyond me.
I shook my head clear of thoughts and focused on keeping my hands from cramping up/ Hopefully, the men below would move or else I'd be forced to use desperate measures to remain unseen. I risked looking down to see that they'd stopped at the door right across from my hiding spot, their backs turned to me. Now was as good a chance as any. I looked to my left and spotted a row of flag poles jutting out from the wall a couple feet away. Cautiously, I positioned my feet and flung myself parallel from the wall. Timing myself, I grasped the pole and used the momentum from my push to swing myself to the next pole. Distance was the key right now. I had to get as far away as I could before risking climbing to the upper levels to escape. After coming to the last pole, I stopped swinging, pulled myself up, and crouched atop the pole. I closed my eyes and focused on any sounds of pursuit. My ears barely picked up the voices of the two men I'd left behind, but other than that, I appeared to be alone. I opened my eyes and began climbing up the wall again.
It was easy to find purchases in the rock where my hands and feet fit perfectly. In no time I made it to the top and slowly peeked over. A guard stood a meter away, angled slightly in my direction, pausing me in my escape. Looking the other way I saw the door that led outside. If I could make it there it would only be a matter of scaling down the outside of the building and sneaking away. When I looked, the guard still stood in the exact same position. I looked around for other options to get up and spotted an outcropping positioned in the guards blind spot. I made my way over to it, watching the guard for any sudden movements, and climbed carefully up. Still crouching, I walked silently towards the door, always facing the guard. Reaching out blindly behind me, I felt the hard wood of the door and began searching for the knob. At that moment, the guard moved.
I froze, telling myself that staying completely still was my best bet for hiding out in the open. The guards eyes lazily swept the area around him. His eyes fell upon me and stopped. Squinting, he tried to make out my silohette against the rocks and wood. Then he blinked, and his eyes turned a glowing dark copper. Before recognition could shine in his eyes, I ran towards him, sliding a hidden knife from my sleeveband, and stabbed him in the heart.
As he died, I carefully laid him down, looting anything I could use off his now dead body.
"Luca de Heivun." I whispered, closing his eyes, "May your soul find refuge elsewhere."
With that, I turned my attention back towards the door and ran to safety.
