Runaway's

Purpose

At that moment I felt drawn to what would ruin my life but make it purposeful for aslong as I needed. Once again I felt the same emotion of being drawn to something, something wonderful, something terrible. I stood up and trudged to my unknown destination.  I increased my slow trudge to a more uncontrollable canter, then a slow dash.  I had not run inn the many uncounted years of my life.  It was unique.  As I dashed I saw things that were different to me.  I had never participated in such activities, like playing a game in which you throw a ball vigorously to another player.  Whom will then run with it until they get beaten for the ball.  Called I think Game ball.  There were other activities not so common for a poor child like I, laughing, dancing and singing in groups was one of the activities only capable with friends or friends to be.  I have none.  As I dashed down the street the vendors of ,desperate vendors would call out to passing townfolk asking for a "small price" of 98 Kerts.  As I had entered the  busier sections of the market teeming with more people than usual.  I crept by one of the busier carts and stuffed a piece of bread into my pocket and pulled up my hood.  "That'll be 100 kerts you nasty little devil!" I heard concerningly close to my right ear as a meaty hand clasped my shoulder.  I panicked and grasped another piece of the powdered bread and stuffed it into his mouth followed by two more.  I could see his face reddening.  As his grasp loosened on my shoulder I screamed "Thief!" and stole away in the momentary confusion.  The remaining townsfolk and vendors walked towards him a deadly look of rage in their eyes.  Vendors hate when they lose money, even tiny amounts.  I heard the easily distinguishable sound of a blade being drawn from a sheath.  The Tall man who had grabbed my shoulder was large and broad in a fierce strong way.  He had brown hair and brown eyes, he also had a thick beard and mustache.  All of which were well kept and worn with pride.  But the man was trying his chances with and explanation and begging for forgiveness.  Then the conversation that was fading as I increased my distance between them caught my interest.  "It was that ignorant demon of a boy!', the boy screamed.  "He's gone that way in all the havoc you have created you blithering idiots!".  A few of the men made chase after me but some remained.  'Who are you calling idiots you devil.  One more insult out of your grimy lips and you ought a be missin' some fingers!" one deep voiced man challenged.  There were more sounds of scraping metal as my attempting captors came after me.  I simply used this newfound purpose to help motivate me.  As I sprinted by i knocked over carts and boothes sending fruits and food all over the streets momentarily occupying my predators.  I slipped into an alleyway and this purpose was lost covered by the unbearable stench of rotting meat and blood.  I sat down disappointed and disgusted by the entangling tendrils of stench.  With the power of the bad stenches fading away as I held the powdered bread to my nose and nibbled a controlled amount I was slowly lulled to sleep by the exotic taste and smell.  I had a unique and odd dream that day.  I would lift my hand and men would crawl out of the ground and do my biddings in a war of oddities between two large nations.  One nation must have been Assadarin, and the nation Photh.  I could tell they were probably from Phothite because of the darker tone of their skin.  The Assadarin warriors would be cut down by the blunt weapons of the Phothite.  They would then lay there soaking in their own blood, and just stand back up with less emotion than they had gone down with.  My sweet dreamy state had ended abrubtly when I fell onto my side and bumped my head into a hard stone wall that I had been lying by.  My resources of food had dwindled slightly, more than it should have.  The bread was a special delight for a poor homeless boy like me.  I was soon reminded once more of the disgusting smell that made me gag after mere seconds.  I lifted my head higher plugging my nose with my fingers.  I slowly rose out of the disgusting alleyway and trudged a new path.  I started to walk into someones house, why am I doing this?  I questioned myself.  Until I realized that no one lived here.  I walked into one room for a reason that was not to apparent to me until I witnessed a horrible sight.  A man.  A dead man.  He was lying on the floor beside his bed, blood caked all over his skin.  He had been without his legs , knee down was gone with a bloody mass of muscle and skin slathered in dry blood.  He was also missing his right arm elbow down and part of his left ribcage.  All together he was a horror of a sight.////  I suddenly felt power surging and pulsing in the small pocket of my ragged clothing.  I scavenged through my pocket and found the dark amulet I had recieved from the dark clothed man.  It was glowing slightly creating a dark navy blue hue as it shone through the dark delicate glass.  As I lifted out the note he had given me the faint light lit it and revealing a few more words.  "Congratulations.  You have promise." it read.  I saw there was more, faintly through the parchment so I flipped the note and found "Once your ever clear mission is complete meet me behind Windwood castle.  We will continue on from there.".  I felt power surging from the amulet through me.  Through all the human matter that had been left of me.  Through my bones, my skin and through my muscle.  I felt slightly drained for mere moments, but replenished afterwards.  After it had all reached my fingertips it left me as the same navy blue light as the amulet.  It then entered the corps of the man.  his had body been faded, devoid of life but as the light entered him the colour returned to him and he tried to stand.  I tried to restrain him but he had no strength limit.  "Stop?" I tried unsure if it would work.  He froze completely in the middle of his movement.  "Lift yourself up and walk on your hands." I tried.  He stood in a odd mock handstand.  A handstand to be expected of one with the muscles of an acrobat, and held.  "Follow me."  I commanded now sure of my authority.  I marched out side with optimism.  Is the sun ever bright today.  Oh, what a beautiful sky.  I thought.  I remembered the note and how I was to be behind the castle, so I quickened my march to a swift canter.  He followed me no problem with ease.  As if he held no pain, no emotions and no exhaustion.  I realised after I was well into the streets how ridiculous I must have looked with some near dead man, walking on his hands behind me.  I quickly shifted to the shadows.  A trick well learned by a poor boy, staying in the shadow and moving slowly or not at all makes you innoticable.  "Follow my exact pace.  " I whispered to him.  We slowly shimmied and crawled are way around the town.  The near dead man seem to have no impatience or urge to speed around a corner a try not to be seen.  I also had noticed I would perform something, and he would finish my last movement and copy exactly what I had done.  Best he could walking on his hands.  He also seemed as if he was experienced in the art of sneak or stealth.  Really he was not, what-so-ever.  He just copied my exact artful movements.  I had been losing track of the world around me and my destination as I trancefully pondered this odd man.  As I turned my head and brought my head back into my activity. Smack.  I walked directly into a beatiful pain of glass or a window of multiple colours and hue's.  There was red, blue, yellow and all sorts of shades of green and pink.  But what had'nt passed through the glass but had come back at me was horrible.  There must have been a decrepit tattered ugly young boy staring through the window at me.  I was horrified.  I stared in fear not sure to move or not but soon I dove for the cover of a corner to hide.  After I had thought for seconds the near dead man walked up on his hands.  Stared into the glass pane, and dove for the same corner.  It made me smirk then laugh at first but then.  Blood rushing through me, heart beating terribly fast I crawled out of the corner as fast as possible and stole away to stealth to the castle again.  The man (near dead) did exactly the same and a man with green eyes and dark brown almost black must have seen him.  He stared for seconds but caught a hold of me trying to stay still and the near dead man standing beside me standing stock still.  He gestured to an alley near by as subtley as he could.  He started casually walking towards the alley he had gestured to then made a stay there hand signal.  As I waited I scouted the town.  I was on the brink of windwood forest and the castle was nearby.  In front of the castl the was a gargantuan fountain spouting crystal clear beautiful water.  It must have been made of some type of marble or beautiful white stone.  The shape of it was beautiful and the texture looked to be smooth and hard.  The castle was built of the same beautiful and definately expensive stone it was simply breath taking.  With my peripheral vision I saw the same man waving me over to the alleyway.  I followed him there unsure.  The man had the simple aura of being comforting to be around so I followed the shadows to reach the alleyway.  When I realized, I still had the man behind me.  I commanded him to stop.