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The Misfits of DametreosChapter 15: Seeking The Misfits
Graygon entered a port village of the Crusaders. He quickly found out about strangers stealing the Crusader ship. Graygon realized that the only way to catch up with them was to find a way on to the next ship leaving in that direction. Just the a Crusader guard approached him.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
Graygon responded, “I have been tracking some thieves across your land. They have stolen from some people that would like me to catch them.”
“And who might that be?” the guard asked.
“That is really not important right now. I just need to get to which ever ship is going after them.” Graygon replied calmly.
With those answers the guard seamed convinced and took Graygon to the ship's commander. After a brief discussion the guard returned to where Graygon awaited.
The guard told Graygon, “The commander is willing to let you go. He also said that if something were to happen to them, you would not be able to collect. That is your problem.”
Graygon responded, “We will see.”
With that, Graygon hopped on the ship and they were off in pursuit of Willem and his friends.
His only hope was he could help them win this battle and be able to join them in the end.
The misfits were easier to track than the assassin had first thought. That old family he had come across had seen them heading south. The old couple had been useful, and now they were dead.
Faolan was hungry, and they had a pantry full of food, but they weren't willing to share. Faolan left the cabin and continued south, following the path of his intended victims.
“I knew I should have finished off that brat when I had the chance.” the assassin said to himself, “But, of course, I wasn't getting paid to kill the kid.”
Faolan remembered that night. He was soaking wet and he had fooled the doorman into thinking he was a poor, wounded traveler. It was easy, after all. Who would suspect a fourteen-year-old assassin? The Bull King, for all his ferocious image was a wimp, and let the assassin get close. It was an easy strike, until that kid came in. He saw the murder and tried to strike the young assassin with his spear. It was an easy dodge, the brat may have been older than Faolan by almost five years, but he was not well trained. The assassin got in a good strike in the kid's chest. Leaving the king dead and the brat wounded, he had gone to retrieve his pay from the Falcon King, the same Falcon King that had hired him now to kill the Bull brat.
Faolan continued south, trying to figure out where these misfits were going.
Aros had been traveling for days. He did not know where his brother was so he went the way in which his heart told him, the forest. After a day of nonstop travel, it started to get dark. Aros heard a loud noise in the distance. Aros climbed a tree and hid, looking down onto a camp.
“Old Billy, that was a bit 'o swag wa'nt it!” a pirate was saying to someone whose name was obviously Billy. What are pirates doing here in the center of the forest? Aros wondered.
“Aye…pity Bob kept it for ’imself…’e woulda lived a bit longer iffin he’d given it to da cap’n!” Billy was saying, turning a knife over in his hands.
“Says it wa’ ‘is moves, gold round edge an’ silver round middle, it was!”
Aros immediately took his pendant out, and examined it. His was gold around the edge and silver in the middle! It had to be his brothers! Aros thought, nobody would let somebody take a pendant of that beauty and just let it go. If I stay here he is sure to come here and then I can see him.
Then it all went horribly wrong, he fell out of the tree.
“Intruder!!!” the pirates shouted at each other.
Ten minutes later, he was chained to a tree.
Later, Aros awoke and sat up, he was still feeling sick, but his eyes focused and he looked around at his surroundings. He was in a large room that seemed to be a rich man's or women's bedroom, for it had four poster beds, smooth carpets and long curtains.
He stood up and managed to keep his balance. His backpack was in the corner. He moved across the room and to the backpack and looked through it. His things were there; rations, healing cream, map, and all his other things. He raised his hand to his neck and felt around for his pendant, but it was gone!
He felt deep gashes in his mid section, and then he remembered. He had endured hours and hours of torture from the pirates who had stolen his pendant. Aros pulled his pack onto his back, and walked over to the door. He looked through the keyhole and saw a pirate sitting on a chair, facing Aros's door, sleeping. The pirate had a cutlass in his hand. Aros needed a way to get through the door.
Alex Funt the Crusader was on a ship out to intercept the ship a group of misfits had stolen. He had been told to destroy everything that came in his path. The ship the misfits had stolen looked like a shadow in the distance. Alex thought, This is gonna be a big battle, if Aros was here he could take them all on!
Although none of the battlers knew, apart from the pirates, Aros was actually in the battle, locked away in the Hornet, trying to get out.
Aros sat on the bed thinking of a way to get out of the room. He once more walked towards the door and looked through the keyhole. The pirate was still sleeping and at the pirates side was Aros's sword.
How stupid the pirates are, thought Aros, they should have taken his pack away from me like my sword.
Aros opened his pack and looked through it for something to aid his escape plans. He came across his potions kit containing liquids and some volcano powder. Aros knew volcano power was slightly explosive and he could blast away the door handle if he put the right amount into the keyhole.
Aros immediately set to work, and put a tiny bit of the powder into the keyhole. He then got a ‘bottled flame’ which he had won from a wizard and opened the small bottle. He put his pack onto his back and put the flame inside the keyhole.
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