Chapter 1: Frost
How is it like to be an outlaw?
You can ask me. I know the answer, even though I'm only sixteen.
For me, it's not too good, not too bad. It could be worse, though.
Do you think it got worse?
Eh. It got both worse and better the day I met Kenoro.
I bolted down the street, cursing under my breath. How were those guards so fast in that clunky armor?
Well, I really didn't feel like stopping and asking the guards. Instead, I just kept running. I dared to turn my head to see how far behind the guards were, and just my luck. A few more strides, and they could impale me with their spears.
Well, not today.
I took a running start, and swerved and jumped onto the roof of a nearby stall. The stallkeeper yelled as my feet landed squarely in the center of the tan tarp. I ignored him, and bounced up. I clung to the way with clammy fingers, my feet threatening to slip and deposit me right into the arms of the guards.
I reached up for another handhold, and felt relief rushing through my bones when my fingers latched onto a brick that was sticking out of the wall. I mustered all my strength, then grabbed the same handhold with my other hand and vaulted myself onto the Great Wall. The guards below shouted something I couldn't quite figure out, mainly because I was running.
I dove into a watchtower, and just crouched there until I was sure that the guards were gone. After all, there was no way onto the wall anymore. It was long gone, just like everything else I had ever loved in my life.
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I don't know what else I should say.