he wasnt so sure that it would work out as luck had not been on his side for a long time but nerv was determined anyways….he was sneaky .and uncannily so, yet as was said luck , jus didnt seem to get along with him.
snaeking his way towards the bread stall, he stopped wondering what his mother would do if he was caught ..yet again by the local militia. whipped prolly and not at all demeaned by abusive words from his father.
this stall caused three things to happen in succession : he tripped a bit on a small rock , bumped into a lordly dressed person ..of whom had a scar from his forehead down his left eye to his chin …and a piece of bread to find its way into his hand …stunned to say the least he started to run, key word start.
the stall manager came rumbling out of his booth and demanded for militia nay yelled very loudly for them at once, meanwhile nerv, contemplasting the very stern beating he was going to get threw down the bread, of which the lordly man caught ..and causally gave back to nerv and slapped the booth keeper in the mouth quite harshly. “there will be no need for militia” he said in tones nerv thought reminded him of old stories of subtlety, the old art of lowering ones threat to an angry person …and it worked ! ..nerv then ran towards the river …none beknowest to him men was following on the rooftops.
he made it to the river bank ..and was catching his breath when he was kicked in the gut by one of the men on the rooftop, ” youre giving everyone quite the scare there lad ” he mentioned nonchalantly as a fist pummeled into nervs left eye bruising it quite fast , he’d never been dissected so fiercly before in a fight so fast.
now the current on the river was quite something to behold white water they called the river and for good reason ..” the thing is ” the man said again in that annoying tone ” is that youre wanted by someone a man beast with intentions of making something out of you ” he guffawed at that finding it funny or something , this made nerv a bit angry and he tried to get a hit in himself ..but before he could he faltered ..badly as he was quite dizzy from the earlier blow. the man easily dodged the incoming punch and whacked nerv across the cheek, ” see that this ..cargo gets to its destination ” to the three men who appeared out of nowhere ” and clean him ”
rather than be brought out of town to wherever they inteded to take him he made a mad semi-straight dash to the river, plunging into the cold embrace and battering waves of it.
now the cold was one thing being torn by rocks was another …it seemed an eternity to nerv tumbling head over heels in the surf as he went about a mile down the current before he was yanked out by the scarred man hed seen in the market ..” why did you run ” said the man ” everything was going to be alright ..now look at you bruised,bloody and wet” nerv thought about about it ..his wits were nnot really returned to there proper attention yet ..” why did you save me from the river ” was all he could say.
and the man told him.
he was to study and become a rogue, a master assassin ..and a killer of people that did wrong, and the beast man wanted nothing more than to see nervs head on a pike for that.
he was baptized in the river and had managed to surface from a boy to man with in a day ….how exciting …
and he felt an odd sensation , doubt.
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Wennelly on 11.25.2009
*munches popcorn*