Ean sat quietly on one of the boxes, on the port, of Hargeon’s harbor. Sola was quietly coiled on top of Ean’s head, resting. It was a quiet evening not much different than any other. Since Ean didn’t live too far off from the shore, he usually watched the sunset from off ports shore. All of the fishermen were starting to come in for the day and were bringing in their haul. Their source of food and income for the day was hauled in within boxes and nets depending on what was caught and what resources were available to the various boat crews. Ean enjoyed their talks between each other. Occasionally they noticed him there but not often. Since they always forgot Ean’s name, they usually referred to him as ‘ghost boy’ because it was something they could more easily remember.
Ean was reading one of the new books that just came into his guild’s library, titled, ‘the story of the Hero’s blade’. It was a story about a Fiorian boy named Alex who became a legendary general after finding a mythical sword known as Clarentine, the sword of peace. Ean had only just started the book but was always fascinated with stories of heroism he felt he’d never be able to achieve in his life time. Especially stories like this where a normal person like himself turns into a legendary hero. Ean wondered if he would ever be capable of something like that.
Ean decided it was best to get out of the worker’s way and hopped off the box he was on after marking his place in the book. “HEY GET BACK HERE!” Ean heard a yell from down the pier as he looked over to get a body full of tackle as he was run over by someone who was caught pick pocketing the fishermen as they were unloading. The man, like most, didn’t notice Ean, and fell over with him only to quickly get back up and start bolting into the city in an attempt to get away from the mob of angry fishermen who were charging in Ean’s direction, ignoring some of the jewel that he had dropped on the way. Ean would have gotten out of the way but his ankle sprained when he was knocked over and was now in a state of helplessness.
Like the low time bandit, they didn’t notice Ean who was now on the ground and were only a few steps away from trampling the boy and his pet pipe fox, whom had fallen off Ean’s head and onto the ground next to him. He was trying to pull Ean by the neck but was too small to move Ean any substantial distance as the mob closed in on the duo. For a split second, Ean’s face showed fear. Ean’s face rarely showed any emotion at all but in his current situation, his life was on the line, and he wasn’t even capable of doing how little he was able to do regularly as he muttered to a non-existent person in the world. “Help me.”
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word count: 516
Ean was reading one of the new books that just came into his guild’s library, titled, ‘the story of the Hero’s blade’. It was a story about a Fiorian boy named Alex who became a legendary general after finding a mythical sword known as Clarentine, the sword of peace. Ean had only just started the book but was always fascinated with stories of heroism he felt he’d never be able to achieve in his life time. Especially stories like this where a normal person like himself turns into a legendary hero. Ean wondered if he would ever be capable of something like that.
Ean decided it was best to get out of the worker’s way and hopped off the box he was on after marking his place in the book. “HEY GET BACK HERE!” Ean heard a yell from down the pier as he looked over to get a body full of tackle as he was run over by someone who was caught pick pocketing the fishermen as they were unloading. The man, like most, didn’t notice Ean, and fell over with him only to quickly get back up and start bolting into the city in an attempt to get away from the mob of angry fishermen who were charging in Ean’s direction, ignoring some of the jewel that he had dropped on the way. Ean would have gotten out of the way but his ankle sprained when he was knocked over and was now in a state of helplessness.
Like the low time bandit, they didn’t notice Ean who was now on the ground and were only a few steps away from trampling the boy and his pet pipe fox, whom had fallen off Ean’s head and onto the ground next to him. He was trying to pull Ean by the neck but was too small to move Ean any substantial distance as the mob closed in on the duo. For a split second, Ean’s face showed fear. Ean’s face rarely showed any emotion at all but in his current situation, his life was on the line, and he wasn’t even capable of doing how little he was able to do regularly as he muttered to a non-existent person in the world. “Help me.”
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word count: 516