Based On Lady Hawke

Ratings


"I swear, I’ll never…. Steal….. ag-g-g-g-ain!" Sethon cried as he toppled forward.
The young man, rather, the young thief, was in the process of escaping Avalon’s dungeon. He had just dug himself into the sewer drain, and pushed himself through a mud wall. Toppling head first into the water running under the palace.
"UH, yuck…. Ohh Lord…" He mumbled, slouching forward.
Sethon was a young man just celebrated his 18th birthday, in a dungeon non-the-less! He had black hair, that was cut short, just above his ears. He had sparkling, and curious blue eyes. He was energetic and curious enough for his nick-name, everyone called him ‘Sethon the Cat’.
"AH!" He screamed and leapt onto a ledge as something swam towards him in the dank sewer water. He hugged the ledge.
"P-please Lord, I… I swear… I promise never to s-s-s-s-s-s-s-pick-pocket again… if… if…. You’ll let this ledge remain steady… and and let that thing… thing…. Swimming towards me… n-n-n-not be w-w-w-what I think it is…."
He leaned towards the ledge, as far as he could as the thing neared him. He let out a sigh of relief, seeing it was only a skull….
"Ooh lord…. Thank you.. a…. a skull? Maybe I would’ve preferred the alligator…" He said frightened as he climbed into the water again.


Up in the dungeon, the head executor had been alerted to Sethon’s escape, and sent every man he had into the streets to find him.


Sethon climbed up a tunnel, only to find it lead into a cathedral. He gripped the bars, just as one of Pervise’s men walked by, stepping on Sethon’s fingers.
"Ahh-oooh!" He yelled as he let go, and plunged back into the dirty sewer water. He swam through an opening in a gate, and up to the surface.
Looking around, he spotted two guards sitting on the dock, he swam towards them. Slowly taking a dagger from one of them, he loosened the gold sack from the belt of the other guard. Swimming away he muttered silently.
"I know I promised Lord… but I know, that you know… how weak a man I am…"


He swam all the way to another city, walking around a small grouping of farms, in a … well…. Rather poor village, he began to take various clothing items.
Putting on a cloak of brown, he headed towards a bar. He walked up to the bar tender.
"Bar tender, a drink of your most expensive." He said, looking around proudly.
"Oh yeah?" The bar tender mumbled. "Show me your money first.."
Sethon shook the pouch he’d stolen from the guard.
"Here you are, pure copper, and the same to anyone here that will drink a toast with me… a man who has seen inside, thank you," Sethon said as he took the drink. "A man who has seen inside Avalon’s dungeons, and lives to tell about it."
The people in the bar turned to look, some interested, others to drunk to care.
"Oh? I too have seen the dungeons.." A man in a black cloak mumbled.
"A blacksmith? A brickweilder? A cell tender maybe, but, a prisoner?" Sethon said to the strange man, confident.
"I never said I was a prisoner…" The man took off his cloak, revealing none other than Pervise.
"Ahah…"
"Maybe if you’d have stayed in the woods, Cat, you would’ve had a chance… kill him."
"M-m-m-maybe…" Sethon said as Pervise’s guards walked towards him. One of them reached out to grab him, but the Cat splashed the drink in his face, running off.
The men in hot pursue.. Pervise himself sitting at his table watching.
Sethon jumped onto a table, two men on each side, and one behind. He leapt up into a roof made of twigs, crawling on his hands and knees like a cat.
The guards below him jabbed their swords up towards him.
"AH! AH!" Sethon yelled, surprised. Below him, he heard clapping. He turned to look.
"Very nice.." Pervise said, and pointed to the ground. Sethon jumped down, and was immediately swarmed over by the guards.
"oooh. . oooh no!" He grabbed the dagger he’d previously stolen, and turned in a circle, slicing into Pervise’s cheek. "Ahhha…"
Pervise lifted his gloved hand to his cheek, and looked at Sethon.
"I-I-I-I’m terribly sorry sir.. I-I-"
"Kill him."
"w-w-w-wait!" The guards pushed Sethon up against a beam. One drawing his sword. He grinned, and placed it against Sethon’s throat. Drawing it back.
"G-god have mercy on my s-" Sethon stopped as an arrow whizzed by, setting itself into the guard with the sword’s arm.
"AH!" The man backed away, and all attention turned to a new comer.
The man was draped in a black cloak, on the inside a dark, blood red. His hood carelessly hung on his back, plated in black armor, not to heavily though. Silver bands of metal on his shoulder, thick, metal gloves of dull gray on his hands. A crossbow balanced on his arm. Riding the blackest, of black horses Sethon had ever seen.
The man jumped off his horse, and walked over.
No sooner had he done so, then Pervise recognized him. The evil man’s eyes grew wide. The new-comer merely smiled.
But, Sethon looked over his shoulder as another man recognized the new man.
"Captain Teph…" He said friendly, Teph, the new man, smiled. Sethon looked from the guard from Teph.
"Captain?!" Pervise shouted, and pushed the man forward. The guard fell onto Teph’s upraised sword. Teph squinted and kneeled as the weight of the man fell on his sword. He frowned, and stood up, looking at the fallen guard.
Teph pointed at Sethon. "You, leave." He said pointedly. As Sethon walked by, Teph handed him his crossbow. Sethon looked at him strangely, and walked behind the man.
No sooner had he done so, then a fight erupted.
Sethon dropped the crossbow and ran out of the village.
"Oooh lord.. thank you… What … ugh… whatever I’ve gotta do this time to make it up to you, please let me… know…no nonononooO!" He began shouting as Teph on his black horse road up, closely behind him.
"AHH!" He screamed as Teph pulled him up onto the horse, slung him over the horses neck, and galloped off, guards following behind. The two road off towards the woods.

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