reede, 10. oktoober 2008

Going back...

Hagen sighed. Nowhere to go. Not back nor forth. Golden hue from the autumn leaves glowed all around the little clearing where he stood.

His horse was lying on wilting grass, probably not breathing any more. After the animal had staggered and stumbled, not to rise again, he'd taken off the saddle and harness, hoping to have a reason to but them back soon. He didn't want to leave them back there, because they were worth a good coin, but carrying them while trying to escape the royal guards would be just stupid.

But with or without the harness, he had nowhere to go. Back in Riverton he would be tortured and then tortured some more and perhaps tortured some more and thenhanged. But even though his face was not known elsewhere, alchemists are rare and this was the only thing he could do for money and survival.

He shouldn't have killed the princess. No kidding. He'd known that before he'd done that, before he killed the guard who'se horse he'd just ran to death, before he found himself in the middle of the colourful forest with no idea what to do next.

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Why did Hagen kill the princess? Will he be caught? Will the horse regenerate? What is Hagen's surname? What the fuck? YES! All those questions will be answered the next time I have idle time by a computer with Internets.