Hello there peoples! Today I shall share an exert of my 2017 WIP, Firemaster.
Note: These are from the rough draft, and therefore are not edited or finished, and are able to change at any time. None of this is the final exert.
Of course they had to come that afternoon. Ky clenched his hands in fists tightly behind his back and surveyed the dusty road beneath the rooftop he was crouching on; hood pulled over his head to avoid any sign of recognition.
People swarmed frantically towards their homes and shops, desperate not to be out when the Emperor’s guards searched the city. Each had a fear of his own that they would come for him, but no one really knew why.
Only Ky, out of all the city save maybe some of the oldest graybeard soldiers knew why they were here. If the people would study the records of the war, they would know to.
The guards were here for the Masters. Watermasters, Earthmasters, Airmasters, Shadowmasters, Dragonmasters, even Firemasters.
Ky also knew that he could not be caught, so he scrambled away from the edge and disappeared into the darkening night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop until he reached the south-most part of the city. The South Side, most citizens called it. The large, war-ravaged district was home to all the criminals, bounty hunters, thieves, and peasants in the city.
Ky grit his teeth.
“What do you want?” His eyebrows were drawn down over his face.
Ky let go of her arm and rubbed the back of his neck. “What kind?”
She studied her nails. “Have you heard of gifts?”
Ky flinched at the word, and between clenched teeth, muttered, “No.”
“You’re not a very good liar, you know?” She began to circle him, hand delicately resting on her rapier. “I’ll take it that you have then. Well, a notice just came out that Varhan is looking for what they would call a….Firemaster. Ever heard of him?”
“No.” The word sounded dull and uninterested. Good, Ky thought.
“Sure. Tell you what.” Her voice rose to a higher pitch. “I’ll let you go, and never speak a word of this little…encounter, if you give me some information. Any information. Locations, friends, hideouts….” She broke off, staring at him with her sharp blue eyes. “So, what’s it going to be?”
Ky swallowed as she drew her rapier and started playing with it, swinging it at a crate expertly and slicing a rotten melon in half. Why had he only brought a short sword? He had his daggers, but he didn’t want to kill anyone. Never had, never would.
“Answer.” She hissed, turning to face him, rapier glowing in the orange light.
Ky raised his hands as the blade came to rest directly over his heart. “Okay, I’ll tell. But first…what are you going to do with this Firemaster—“ he choked over the word “—when you find him?”
A dangerous light glinted in her eye. “Not kill him, if that’s what you think. But he will be taken to Varhan, and who knows, after that. You know what they say. ‘Not one goes unscathed from the black gates’.”
Ky’s insides twisted. “Yes.”
“So, where does he hide out?” Aryanna pressed the blade against his chest, and Ky swallowed. He had to think of something. Fast.
“I—uh—I heard of some strange fires on the East Side.” He managed.
“Right.” She said. “I’ve been all over the East Side, kid. I know that he’s not there.”
“Because I’m looking at him.”
Ky’s blood froze. “You think—I’m not—“
“Don’t try and deny it. I’ve been tracking you for weeks, waiting for a shot at you alone. And now—“ she snapped her fingers “—I’ve got you.”
Ky felt the cold sweat running down his back. “Please, I’m not—“
“Don’t even try to deny it.” Aryanna snapped. Three men suddenly came around the corner, holding swords and shackles. “Boys. Get over here.” She said. They ran over, and two grabbed his arms, the other came at him with the shackles.
Ky jerked away, falling to the ground. Aryanna’s blade easily followed him, and the next thing he knew, the shackles were on, he was up, and her blade was pressed against his throat.
Ky glared at her defiantly. “I’m not the Firemaster.”
“Sure. And I’m a big green gryphon.”
What do you think?