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Laggy Lagiacrus
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A benign breeze buffeted the boy as he stood, his hair ruffled slightly by the air current. The day was a pleasant one, though if one had to find fault with it, the temperature was a little higher than could be considered comfortable. However, this marred not spring day's beauty, dewdrops glinting in the sunlight as the morning hours continued on. A lad of seventeen, Adam Peters was built with no special traits to speak of – neither athletic nor powerful, his body shape was healthy and slim, but little else. His raven hair just about managed to touch his ears, though largely, it had been cut around them. The fringe was combed to one side, his cobalt blue eyes obscured only by the oak-brown, rectangular spectacles perched in front of his eyes. Skin only tanned enough to create a minute contrast with another's skin; his torso was covered by a blood-red shirt, trousers of a similar material, but of a black hue. On the outskirts of the town he called home was where he stood, the field's grass swaying, and nothing within the radius of a few minutes of brisk walking.
Except an advancing division of the rebel army, determined to claim the settlement as their own, despite its blatant neutrality.
However, their war cries and the sound of their weapons being transported made no sound that reached Adam's ears, as he had turned, and was now wandering the streets aimlessly, with nothing I particular to do. Hushed whispers flitted around, containing various tidbits of gossip, but nothing particularly intriguing – bar the one about the approaching rebels and royal army. And when the town crier shouted out that both forces had surrounded the town, and were readying an assault on the other's position, it seemed obvious what would happen – the fighting would ensue, with the town and its people crushed in the middle. A momentary silence passed over the crowd, them being left reeling from the shock, which turned to an ecstasy of panic and confusion, observed by a boy from the roof of a bakery.
It's a good thing I'm alone up here… My 'smartarse' comments wouldn't really be appreciated here, of all places and times…
Except an advancing division of the rebel army, determined to claim the settlement as their own, despite its blatant neutrality.
However, their war cries and the sound of their weapons being transported made no sound that reached Adam's ears, as he had turned, and was now wandering the streets aimlessly, with nothing I particular to do. Hushed whispers flitted around, containing various tidbits of gossip, but nothing particularly intriguing – bar the one about the approaching rebels and royal army. And when the town crier shouted out that both forces had surrounded the town, and were readying an assault on the other's position, it seemed obvious what would happen – the fighting would ensue, with the town and its people crushed in the middle. A momentary silence passed over the crowd, them being left reeling from the shock, which turned to an ecstasy of panic and confusion, observed by a boy from the roof of a bakery.
It's a good thing I'm alone up here… My 'smartarse' comments wouldn't really be appreciated here, of all places and times…