As he climbed out of the window he turned and saw the Dreadlord and two guards running at him full tilt!
He let out a surprised squeak as he jumped back, instinctively his magic kicked in sending him flying backwards just out of reach of the hands trying to grab him.
He landed on his back but...
Free, they were letting him go!
He clutched the bag full of medicine close and scurried away in the direction he had been going originally. The rain hadn't let up yet and he needed to get out of it soon, but he didn't feel safe going straight back to his hideout after that encounter, but once he...
He shook his head, "N-no sir! I learned my lesson! never run without looking where you're going and never bump into people."
He breathed a little easier now that the sword was sheathed. This was a good sign. Maybe if he was lucky they wouldn't notice anything as he was walking away.
This was...
Name... Name??? He was getting so scared he was forgetting his name! The one he always used whenever he met anybody except his friends! But he had to come up with something, the longer he hesitated the more suspicious they would get.
"I'm... Gabby... Sir..."
That was a nickname he earned in the...
The blade was pointing at his throat now and rough hands were holding his shoulders. This was really, really bad! He needed to get away, but he couldn't use magic to do it. His excuse had to be really good, but it wasn't so bad if his excuse was the truth.
"I was just running through the rain...
Dreadlords showed up and intervened, not the city guard... Dreadlords... Now was a far worse situation where he might need his magic, but it was so much worse that if he did use his magic he would be discovered and taken by the Dreadlords.
His face went sheet white as the guards came up on him...
It was an accident, he was running through the rain with his hood down and didn't really expect to bump into anybody in this downpour.
But it happened all the same.
Just a noble with his wife and a butler out for a stroll, they wore cloaks and the butler held a large umbrella for them. He...
(Sorry, forgot to watch this! Didn't get notified.)
Gabriel was breathing too hard and listening for sounds outside, so he didn't hear anyone inside as he sat on the floor with his back pressed against the wall. He could hear running nearby and some grunting, perhaps they were navigating the...
After all this time they were finally onto him. He had laid low and hoped they would eventually forget about him, but the people from the Dreadlord Academy were relentless.
He had gotten news that someone had recognized him hiding in the slums through the small network of friends he had created...
Hey! so I have this character here, he's in Vel Anir and he's a magic user being hidden from the Dreadlord Initiative. I don't know what the policies are when a magical talent is being withheld from the state, but I imagine they are strict.
Whether or not this boy gets turned into a Dreadlord or...
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