Leaving (SL)

[DoS Archive]

From: shivblade@aol.com (SHIV BLADE)
Date: 14 Aug 1999 04:14:01 EDT

Avery had finished packing. The night had been long. To long. The last few days had been long. A death threat had been given to him, and countless other instances had cause him to just break down. He had just finished his talk with Zen, as he laid back down.

"Why wait for the morrow?"

Turning he looked over to Christopher who sat, writing up the letter. Why not just leave now, get out of here while he could. He let someone know what he was doing. Surly Zen would inform others if they were to ask. After all most of the group huddled around the scene saw Zen leave with Christopher. Heard Christopher's words. A silent nod to himself, the young kid baron was snapping fast. It was all to much for him to handle. His grip was leaving.
The prodigy stumbling. He stood up and moved to the door giving a look over to Christopher

"You will tell them I am leaving right?"

"Yes, Avery, I am almost finished with the letter now. What of the ring?"

"The ring? Well, Jacob has the ring. Let them try to get it if they want. It would be very interesting to say the least. Just make sure they all know I am gone okay?"

"Yes"

With that Avery left the City. The city of trouble. He had only felt pain there in the last few days. It was enough to drive him away. Away for good.
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Christopher gave the bag which held the letters over to his friend.

"Go post this to the board, and deliver it to the barons for Mr. Blade okay? I got to get back to the house before the headmaster yells at me again for being late."

The messenger only gave a silent nod. He too was a kid not much older than Christopher. He turned to watch him leave, and then walked off himself. It was all to soon that the kid stopped to play a game of stick ball, setting his bag down. By the end of the long game, the letters were all but forgotten. The bag all but forgotten. Left in the street, the letters never to be delivered.