Far above the city an eagle soared through a sand storm
thick with chemicals, it was nothing more than a distant speck among a dust
chocked sky for anyone in the slums below. However no real eagle had flown over
this city for over 400 years and no real eagle could possibly fly in such a
polluted landscape. As the bird soared over the city its eyes fixed upon a
darting figure that made its way through the crowded streets with a gait of a
man who is rushed but doesn't wish to show it. The eagle cocked its head as if
it could hear something and then dipped lower towards the quickly moving
figure. Down on the streets the figure had broken into an open run their cloak
flapping behind them as it caught the wind. The eagle watched two men break
off, from a crowd of people, and begin to charge after the retreating figure.
The men were quickly outpaced as the figure darted through an open doorway and
quickly came flying out of the window onto the precarious rooftops ignoring the
host of angry insults that flew after them. The men did not emerge from the
window of the building however the forms of two guns did and the familiar sound
of gunshots echoed across the city as the men tried to hit the fleeing form.
The eagle alone continued to follow until it could no longer see the figure
among the twisted streets of the slums. Far away from the eagle on the other
side of the city a man with features like a roughly cut piece of stone paced in
front of a bright screen showing exactly what the eagle saw. With a sigh the
man began to speak “Eagle Trident return to base”. A leering man who had the
expression of someone who had just got their way stepped out of the shadows of
the room. “Dispatch the knights general; we will bring the thief back” he
whispered with a voice like a snake. “And destroy half the city as well” the
general snapped. “My apologies I merely sought to help” the man said clearly
not at all sorry. With a defeated look the general gave the order “very well
dispatch the knights, find the thief and keep the civilian casualties low”.
Anna slipped through the rusted tavern doorway and quickly
slid into the shadows before any prying glances came her way. She fought her
way to the back and pulled her cloak over her head before finding an empty seat
next to a passed out man who was slumped over the table with a bottle of whisky
in his hand. Anna pulled her cloak closer before studying her prize, a piece of
blue gold straight from the imperial treasury marked with the generals own
crest. The gold would provide her with enough food to last years if she could
find someone who would melt it down. Suddenly a hand clamped over hers causing
her to jump in shock as she turned to face the previously unconscious man who
now looked scarily sober as he studied her face. “That gold there would be the
reason the knights are out wouldn't it, you've got some balls stealing from
them” he laughed “or you’re just s**t stupid and don’t know who you’re messin
with”. Anna’s face was one of contempt “or rather you don’t know who you’re
messing with, remove your hand or I will for you”. The man grinned and dangled
a familiar knife in front of her “I’m not new to this you know”. Anna snorted
“I don’t need a knife to do the work for me” she lifted up a hand and with it a
roaring blue fire that rested comfortably in her hand. The man backed of
shocked “a witch, here?” Anna was saved from an explanation as the door crashed
inwards and a group of men, heavily clad in body armor and holding a multitude
of guns and swords, burst in. “Knights” the innkeeper hissed before launching
into a louder speech “what do you want here I pay my taxes and obey the law”.
No reply came but one of the men calmly raised his gun and fired it at the innkeeper’s
chest causing a burst of blood and gore to erupt over the floor. The man who
held the now smoking gun stepped over the body.
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