From: 880189s@ace.acadiau.ca (JAMIE CHARLES DUNCAN STUART)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: A Story
Summary: A Story?
Keywords: Story
Date: 8 Apr 92 02:37:14 GMT
Distribution: Alt.Romance.Chat
Organization: Acadia University

I thought, as i studied for my law final, that i might come start a story to 
relieve some stress....


The streets were quiet, dark shadows seeped into the alleys and doorways and 
swallowed the light.  Far away, shouts could be heard, the orders of 
the Imperial Guard as they searched through the night, looking for the 
nave who had entered the Imperial Apartments and who now lurcked in 
the very shadows that they were searching...

"Dammit", Fret whispered to the rat that had just ran across his 
foot, "How could I be such a fool, now I have dishonoured the Princess 
and will die for my fool-headedness".  The figure disengaged himself 
from the shadows and moved further down the street, carefull not to 
allow a noise or movement to betray his presence.  "It all seemed so 
much like a dream, it must have been, but she told me she loved me."
He reached the end of the street, it branched left and right and from the 
right he could hear the tramping feet of the guard, without time to 
conscider he moved left and turned the corner into a large square with 
four streets entering it.  Keeping along the wall of the square, he circled 
slowly, attempting to reach the next street.  He heard that same, familiar 
tramp of feet and melted into the shadows.  From all four of the streets, 
imperial soldiers emerged, the tourches they carried throwing light into 
the shadow, Fret sunk to his stomach in an attempt to become a part of 
his surroundings as the captains of each of the units consulted with their 
commander in the middle of the square.  
	"His Highness wants the nave brought to him alive so that he may 
have the pleasure of restoring honour to the princess by his own hand," 
spake the commander.  "we will fan out from here and search every 
house, store and shed, anyone who lets him get away will answer to his 
Highness, now GO and be carefull, it is said that he is schooled in the 
Arts."
	"oh, beautifull," Fret said to himself,"not only do they know my 
face they know my secrets, at least thet don't know how I will use my 
knowledge."  

The soldiers then began searching every inch of the square, Fret knew what 
would happen if he were caught, his Imperial Highness would restore the 
princess's honour by taking away his manhood before he killed him.  With a 
breif moment of disgust Fret lifted his head from the dirt and looked around 
the square.  There were forty soldiers in the square, too many even for 
him.  With a relaxed sigh he began to control his breathing and envisioning 
a breath of air.......The soldiers were upon him before he knew that he had 
even begun his meditation, tourches flared and swords stabed at the doorway 
that he had just occupied.  Fret stood behind the soldiers as they stabed at 
the empty air, smiling to himself, he had always liked the 'breath of air' 
and was now thankful that he had practiced diligently.  He walked slowly to 
the next street, taking the time to study the men who searched for him, they 
were very good, one could even say that they were the best, for anyone not 
practiced in the Arts would surely have been caught.  The soldiers did 
exactly as they were told, they did not complain, they did not question, 
theirs was a loyalty that was absolute.  Their movements were sure and the 
swords that they carried seemed as if they were a part of their bodies.
Fret would have to be very carefull not to put himself in such a position 
again, for although the 'breath of air' allowed him to seem invisible, it 
was taxing and could not be sustained.  Reaching the next street, Fret ran 
its length before allowing his breathing to relax.  
	
"I must get out of the streets, they will find me sooner orlater if 
I stay."

He entered an alley and searched for a sewer grate. Finding it, he pried it 
open with his boot-knife and dropped to the tunnel below. Landing lightly 
his vision exploded as he was stuck from behind......

......He awoke bound with his hands behind his back, propped against the 
wall.  Before him was a woman dressed all in black, matching her hair, he 
looked into her pale green eyes and received an impish smile from her full 
lips.  "so, you must be the one that caused all of the commotion tonight, 
you have every theif in the city sitting on their thumbs counting the gold 
that they lost tonight. Yes quite a little disturbance, did you really think 
that you could talk to the Princess in her own room and not have half of the 
Imperial spies listening?  Yours must be a very interesting story for such a 
fool move."

Fret slowly worked the ropes loose as she talked, how had she suprised him?  
The Imperial Guards did not, he knew that they were entering the Princess's 
room, but he did not even catch her scent.  "Well, I only speak to those who 
I know that I am speaking to".
	"good enough" she replied,"I am Mist".
	"and I am Fret" The ropes came loose
	"Before you throw yourself at me, Fret?, I really would like to hear 
you story.".......


*If anyone would like to help me out please feel free, this story is to be 
continued.*	

Jamie
Wine Stewerd of the RFA
Keeper of the Glue
Guy from ESTRN CANADA
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