The Adventures of Michelik
Michelik (Mich – el – ik) strode through the streets. He was genuinely unaware of the danger that would soon present itself to him. Eventually after crossing Rabbit’s lane, he stopped and nibbled on some of the cheese he had bought this morning. When he was done, he surveyed his situation. He knew the Imperial’s would soon be after him again. It occurred to him, that maybe he should just turn himself in; however, he thought of the consequences of his actions and decided not to. Instead, he decided to head for a not so known hideout down Rabbit’s lane.
Rabbits Lane was by far the worst area of town (I mean Agaiek was a nice town and everything but everywhere had its slums). In the past, the young swords master Mattias, had conquered the evil tyrant Gorek and the land was nicer but hey, nowhere is perfect. As the streets got messier and the people got shabbier, Michelik shivered and his spine tingled.
Michelik wasn’t ugly, far from it. He had shiny brown hair and bright green eyes, full lips and he was fairly built. His only fault may have been his nose—it was broken one too many times. Michelik even remembered the time Flammus had broken it; it was like a knife being pushed through rubber, if you were the rubber. Since that day he had been far more careful.
Eventually Michelik arrived at the doorman’s pub. Supposedly the Barkeeper had a run in with Mattias and had lost some good rope, however half the population claimed to have an encounter with our great king. He checked in and told my situation. He was in good standing with Fredorieke and he gave me the keys to the cellar. He went down the stairs and through the wine labyrinth until he found the trapdoor. It was carefully concealed but his trained eye caught it at once. Michelik opened it and went down a flight of stairs. He stopped at a door.
Michelik ran into a deserted shop. He bought a pound of cheese and a bottle of wine. Across the street Michelik could see an Imperial bullying a common peasant. Being a thief, Michelik was not a hero, but this “royal” mugging caught his eye. He approached carefully; not wanting to draw attention to himself. Eventually he got close enough to the person to see that it was his “acquaintance” Juliark. She was pretty, with dark auburn hair and vibrant blue eyes that always seemed to smile; however, that was the only part of Juliark that smiled. She was a cold blooded swords mistress who would not be afraid to do anything: Anything but the job she had given Michelik.
In the blink of an eye, her sword was out and the Imperial was down. Michelik bolted. It was never—absolutely NEVER—a good time to be seen at the scene of a crime. Then he turned, and there were four Imperials chasing him. He ducked as an arrow whizzed over his head. Quickly he jumped into a deserted alley, bashed through a door, and found an elder lady cooking. She didn’t even look up as he went crashing through her well maintained house and out the front door.
Then he fell straight into the arms of four Imperial guards. He cursed at his ignorance. Then, one laughed and he took his opportunity. He bent his knees and sprang forwards knocking one guard to the ground, the other three jumped at him and dragged him to the ground, but he kicked one off who fell on another. He struggled free of the last guard and bolted.
A little while later, as he turned a corner in a full blown sprint an Imperial Captain blocked his path. The guard drew his sword. He was massive in his gold armour and silver plated shield forged with the Captains Boar insignia. Michelik knew he had no chance of going backwards; he had to fight. He hated fighting—it’s a very, very bad way to get what you want but nevertheless a thief has to do, what a thief has to do. He drew his dagger and plunged it into the armour just below the kneecap where it was weakest.. He never even paused to look as he sprinted way. He lost them and began to stride confidently through the streets.
I am Michelik and I believe it is now time to convey to you my mission. Deep inside the slums, there is a pub. I am currently inside of the cellar of that pub. He keeps a golden dragon statue about a foot high in the deep of his murky tunnels but he believes no one knows about it. I am charged with taking it and bringing it to Juliark; however, it’s heavy and burdensome, it will not be an easy job.
I thoughtfully paced the dusty room and looked around, it was very dim as only one small lamp lit its dark recesses. After about an hour of searching I found four gold trinkets, three chests of coins, two small bronze statues, a bookshelf stacked with statues of mice, a live turtle, four suits of armour, three blocks of solid gold, and two chipped hammers. But still no Dragon Statue. I slumped against a wall defeated – and fell through. I fell through a part of the wall that was missing and into a chamber filled with rocks. The rocks were mostly fallen podiums, but one podium was intact. It stood in the middle of the near cavernous room. It had the statue on it. I took the statue and slipped it into my shaggy overcoat.
Overhead I heard voices and I ran back into the other room. Quickly I sat down and drank some of the wine I had bought earlier. My friend the barkeeper came down, I almost held my breath hoping he wouldn’t go checking for his prize possession. I needn’t have worried as he did no such thing. He lead me upstairs telling me that the Imperials came and that he fended them off. I knew he was lying through his teeth as the Imperials never came here, but I was the perfect guest and never let on
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