Free In Search of Auria by Alexis Rojas Page A

guard. He aggressively
took the soldier and dragged him to the window. The glass shattered
as the man screamed to his death, breaking his neck on the top of
the covered cage. A feminine voice shrieked and began to cry as the
body rolled off. The scream and his death eased my anger a
little.
    " Angus ," I ordered my bearded guard,
"Prepare the men. We will continue our trip through the night." He
obeyed and with Dorian went out the door. I walked to the broken
window and looked down to the cage. It was still sobbing.
    “Shriek and cry all you want, my precious
cargo. Your anguish has its purpose. Because of you, my dream shall
become a reality.”
    My bodyguards prepared the men and tossed
the corpse of the soldier in the alley beside the inn. I gazed at
the stars and pondered about this new problem.
    "What is a single miaflorian doing in
balorian soil? Bah, no matter. He does not know of my plan. No one
knows, not even the king. Soon, I will take the throne and rule
Balora. I will conquer and rule Miaflore. I will rise and rule the
people.”
    I Will Rule!

8- Little Brats
     
    After the burial of the Devita at the
Riverways, it turned into and awkwardly peaceful afternoon. Walking
up the path, I didn’t see any houses, wagons or people. It was a
very lonely and serene area. But when night came, that’s when I had
it hard. I didn’t find any shelter to rest. I had hoped to stumble
onto a barn or some type of building, but to no avail. I hiked into
the forest to hide myself from the path and sat under the low
branches of a stout tree. I put my sword and shield at my side and
prayed for a night without rain. I took out my small, black cotton
sheet from my bag and covered my body. Quickly enough, I fell
asleep.
    #
    The following day was
bright and sunny. Surprisingly, I didn’t dream of the memories I’ve
been having. My body wasn’t up to par; I didn’t rest in the best of
positions and woke up with a sore back. I felt there was a piece of
bark pricking me right in the middle of the spine. I touched around
the ground to gather my things, but there was nothing. It was one
of my greatest fears: my sword and shield were gone! I searched all
around the tree, but they had disappeared. Even the dagger on my waist was missing. I was so deep in sleep I was robbed blind. I was so angry, I punched the tree and left the
mark of my knuckles embedded on it . With
this type of anger I could’ve hacked down the nearest tree to bits.
But since it was my sword that had been stolen, it was a damn
irony.
    I finally cooled off and continued down the
trail, swearing to find whoever was responsible. I was alert,
staring into the flora attentively. And it was then that I saw a
young child picking berries from a bush. He wore old farming
clothes with a round brown hat. I had nothing to eat for breakfast,
so I went to him to ask for some fruit.
    “Hello, child.”
    The boy hopped scared when he heard me. I
didn’t mean to surprise him, but he quickly took out a dagger. I
stepped back and raised my hands.
    “Hey, kid, calm down. I didn’t mean to scare
you, I just want some berries. I’m hungry.”
    “Stay back, greasy grown up!” he yelled like
if I were his lifelong nemesis.
    I started to have the most weird of
feelings; me, a soldier that had defeated countless enemies and
survived against the most ruthless villains, being assaulted by a
knife wielding youngster. I almost cracked a smile. My brothers in
arms would have gotten a good laugh if they could see this.
    The kid stayed still, just
lifting the dagger towards me. I shook my head as I giggled
internally. I couldn’t believe the situations I got myself in. But
after useless wonder, I focused on the dagger. The design and
patterns on the blade were quite familiar. Then it hit me; it
was my dagger!
    “Hey, kid. That’s mine!”
    He hopped scared again and turned to run. I
grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to me. I twisted his
arm behind his back and secured the