lost and found (working title)

short story for a competition. more will be added when its done. for now look and feedback please

In the events that have come to pass I feel compelled to keep a journal. I want to look back at this and see the journey that I have taken as I leave the life of the orphan and take steps into being a man, truly will be a great day for me since receiving this letter, strange Carrier this morning while on the way to get milk from master. I never got the carrier’s name and he kept his hood up, he wore a dark cloak and spoke in hushed whispers from the shadows of an alleyway. In fact he nearly tracked me down the alleyway to speak to me I had not noticed him while on my duties but the family I was in service to, but even used to being in the alleyways with the city's underbelly, it's the only place I've ever felt at home along with staving peasants and people who crimes I rather not know.

Here is a truly better time to me where I can come down sit with the drinkers and hear tales of the great centaur wars from outside our safe haven of the city walls. Henderson city is a good place not without faults but a nice place to live nonetheless, on a normal day the clear skies can come through beyond the rooftops of the houses and businesses that on the market district and the Elven Gardens are a site and saw our eyes where one can sit down and gaze out into the vast fields of what lies beyond, where I should be.

The centaur wars have raged for a good 25 years of my life with neither side coming out the victor. We took over a fast part of their land and destroyed their delicate ecosystem for which their people had lived in or thousands of years. They declared war on us if we did not respect the right their land and allow their children to learn about records in mixed classes and meetings to help performance of both people. It became pest control when King Rhys killed the centaur Lord at the peace conference during the middle of September. I only remember the rain. A lot of people have disbanded and sided with the centaur's, others had chosen to take safety within the walls of Henderson city, now they sealed the doors forbidding nobody should be allowed to leave until the war had been won, and I've been spending the last 30 years trying to get out. Now my chance has come, this news could be the escape I have been searching for. I hope.

The letter informed me of a guard change around noon by the main entrance to the grand plaza. This was the only chance I would get to make my escape to find the truth of my heritage, perhaps I am of royal blood to the royal family I remember thinking to myself. Or a chosen hero to defend Henderson from a vicious dragon or necromancer and restore the land to the empire ruling the land as many people thought it should.

Come noon the guards had indeed making a change, the gap was only around for a couple of minutes so I took the chance while I had it and ran into the plaza with the cloths that master had left in his room for me, A smart white shirt with a blue lace waistcoat, black trousers with leather boots. I look as most of the war veterans would say ‘looking good’.

The district design was not something of man design; elven machinery jutted the spiral towers, cubes standing on the side and spheres hanging In the air like small sun. It repulses me with their dark skin and golden eyes acting like they know more than the rest of us. Thinking of it wasn’t it them who told us to come out to these land and started the war with the centaurs in the first place?

I can’t remember but divine’s it must have been them, the alliance was a mistake, them dirty green bloods I’ll string all them up. I remember my old master sent his elven body guard out on me when I failed to make the way tea he wanted. This was not any ordinal elf, he was like a elder dragon. His muscles where huge, his veins were popping in his forehead and seemed to have a problem keeping the armour of his people on, Like a cat forced into dog skin.

I wondered round this strange part of the city. It looked like town centre with a golden giant system of the planets hanging in the sky by some magical means, orbiting slowly and never stopping or slowing down. Outside hung a bright sun beaming down onto the wildlife and council members as they made their way to their next order of business.

The man who called me stood by the pool in what seemed like massagers cloths with the alliance chest, flowers and a shield embodied on the chest piece, his face looked scruffy with a mangled beard and balding white hair. His smarmy grin showed a series of yellow rotting teeth, most where missing.

‘Good morning kind sir.’ He said in an oily voice ‘I been waiting for you for some time’.

I nodded and gave my reply. ‘Good to meet you at last, I was told you had information I need to hear.’

‘Ah yes sir, I have important information on the whereabouts of your long lost parents.’

This was where I stopped and the situation started to sound iffy. I had been raised in the divine orphanage of the nine. I had never really thought of my parents beforehand, why had I started to think about it now. Maybe the case had awakened the primal need for parental love deep within me. That long dormant feeling within, it felt strange, odd… good in a way.

‘That is important, I thank you for informing me about this, I will gladly compensate you for this trouble.’ Not that I was sure how to get a reward for him but that could come later.

He smiled at me as black clad figures appeared our of the corners of my eye.

‘It’s alright, Because you’re not going to the spirit world to see them!’

He drew a knife and the figure drew short swords. A trap!