CH7 Escape Under the Blood Moon
#7 of The Day Doesnt Last
CH:7:Escape Under the Blood Moon:
Bryce Wraith is the only man who knows of the Imperium's shady position at the head of the government. With this information, the fugitive flees from his own country in hopes of saving it. However, will the costs for fleeing be too great? Or will the fate of his country push him to persevere?
Authors Note
Ha! Poor Byrce can never get any long chapters. Honestly, this was supposed to be longer, but I realized how unessacry a lot of it was. Mostly just a lot of sneaky sneak. Next chapter WILL be longer, I promise. Unfortunatley it is going to be all human once again. However, CH9 will finally return to Breeze/Fyren/Ri'ka 's tale. Will try to push out more chapters now that my exam is finally over.
Escape Under the Blood Moon
Bryce's brown cloak began to flap as the wind picked up around him. The man's green eyes focused on the town guard that paced along the outside of the watchtower. The shadow of night concealed Bryce as he clung to the wall of the inn. Inside the cheers and loud conversation of the patrons raised as some sort of event erupted. Probably a fight, Bryce thought. Just a few minutes ago he would have joined them in their drinking and drunk merriment, but now he was fleeing... again. Bryce glanced to his left where his crossbow lay against the wall. Now, I may just have to kill my own brothers in arms, Bryce thought gravely, adjusting the blade that hung from his waist.
The plan Bryce crafted was risky. People would even call it foolhardy. However, Bryce had come to expect that from people in regard to his ideas. Bryce had narrowed down his choice of allies between two. Commander Robert Sigurd of Fort White in the north was his first choice. The Commander may have been ruthless and passionately loyal to his country, but he had spilled blood beside the Commander at one point. However, there was one more option. One that made even Bryce question its validity.
Trenning. The Black Fangs. The rebels that defied the High Council and High Lord Azlef by attempting to start a coup in the city. At first the idea seemed impossible. He had recently sent his own men to investigate their whereabouts and had a few of their conspirators assassinated. Now, he was planning on working with the same terrorists he had sworn to protect his country against. Bryce had scoffed at the notion. Father. You're probably writhing in your grave right now. So, with plan in mind, Bryce told Catrain about his plans to flee to the north. He explained that they weren't true, but... He couldn't risk telling anyone about his plans. He wrote a letter to the Commander of Fort White and sent it on its way. Inside was the evidence that he was headed north. That should be enough for them to pursue me without... Catrain... Bryce shook himself, reaching towards his crossbow. I can't think about that now. I have to focus on the task at hand, escaping Fira.
The man brought his light crossbow up across his chest as his eyes once again focused onto the guard on top of the watchtower. Then he waited. Killing the men I swore to protect. The guard started his patrol around the other side of the watchtower once again. Letting my friends die. John. The guard continued to circle around, the pike in his hand making a resounding noise as it hit the wood. Imperium... As the chain adorned guard came into sight, Bryce took aim with the ranged weapon. I will have my vengeance and expose your secrets! The bolt flew and punctured the guard's neck silently. The only sound the shot made was the deep "thunk" the metal body of the guard made when it hit the ground...