Theron's POV
It was a colder morning as I rode through the town I had recently been assigned. The reports of witches and warlocks were off the charts. I was glad I wasn't one of the gallows operators here. I wandered through the market streets looking at the few who were out. One had caught my eye, a man at the herb vendor's. By the looks of things, he seemed to be begging for what he needed. Alas, I turned my head to focus on the others.
I gazed underneath the shroud of my hood to the other citizens here. Which could be part of the devil worshippers? I thought. I heard a little girl say something that brought me out of my gaze. I looked over to find that she was with the same man at the vendor's. She looked to be frightened by him. He's looking more suspicious by the second... I noted. I heard the thumping of hooves as another horse had approached me. Atop its back was a man who seemed to warm the atmosphere with his smile. "Peter!" I say, "It’s about time you got here."
"Forgive me, Theron, but the headmaster had given me assignments to do." He smiled again, though I could see he was clearly fatigued from hunting as well.
"Our place of rest isn't too far now. They've got warm beds and cold drinks waiting for us," I smiled slightly. "We’ll have a celebration of our new home."
"A housewarming party? I like the sound of that." Peter laughed and pulled up the reins on his horse. "I'll race you there."
I chuckled. "You're on; shouldn't you know I've always been the better rider?"
"Oh please, I've been practicing."
I shook my head and smiled. So playful, yet serious when needs to be. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten himself killed in a witch hunt yet. I waved him ahead and watched him go. "Let me get used to the terrain here first."
I glanced back to where the man had been. He was lost now. Probably fled into the alleys to avoid me. Best I don't kill anyone here quite yet.
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Broken Crusade (boyxboy)
Fantasy~This is a collaboration between tumblr users Fatesdawn and xxsacredangelxx~ Altair is a warlock living during the rebirth of the witch trials. His home is in shambles and the town he's living in now is broken down and in poverty. He's never lived i...
