After Meeting Nevan, Favian and Nevan began to walk, leaving the wall behind them slowly fading into the mist. As they walked between rundown homes and dilapidated buildings Nevan asked a question.
“Wha-what is your na-name?” Favian realized he hadn’t told Nevan his name yet, or his story.
“My name is Favian, I am like you an Eilvin that was left by their parents, they lived here in the city. I was hidden in a small fishing village where I was taken care of by a family there. Eventually i rose to become the head,of the village” Favian answered. “But about a year ago it was raided by orcs the village was destroyed, I along with about a dozen other members survived. We managed to some to this city. When we arrived we were immediately thrown into prison, for no reason. No reason that is until we realized that my parents were on the run from the rulers of the city and I was being held as ransom. I managed to escape one day, but the rest of the villagers were executed after I escaped. Ever since then I went into hiding here, I wanted to leave but I couldn’t because of the guards. So I hid and survived, with no will to live.”
They continued to walk for a while, Nevan remained silent for a while. After they dodged a few sentries and patrols he finally spoke again.
“It isn’t because you are wanted that you can’t get through the gate.” Nevan said. “They don’t allow any Eilvins out of the city. Pretty sure they are paid off by the gangs that rule the city outside of the wall. They don’t want their prey to escape.”
“That is news to me. I don’t know anyone from within the city. I manage to get a bit of news from any outsiders that venture in here. But nothing from within the city.”
Finally after about another half hour of walking they arrived at Favians hideout. The hideout was a massive stone building, which from the outside looked completely abandoned as well as a little spooky. There were massive windows high up in the building, with all of the glass shattered, but the frames were still there. Another large detail of the building was there was a massive hole in one of the walls. They entered into this hole and now the inside of the buildings was visible. The entire second floor had fallen in, but there was some wooden scaffolding that has been put in by Favian. The massive windows were now visible from the inside of the building and from and the light of the moon was visible breaking through the mist.
“You took residence at the old temple?” Nevan asked?
“Didn’t know it was a temple but yes, no one was here and the patrols seemed to avoid it. Guess they think it is haunted or something”
“Yeah everyone thinks it is haunted, the elves used to sacrifice Eilvins to appease their gods. Now everyone believes they Eilvins that were sacrificed had come back to life, I guess that you living here only added to the idea.”
:Ok, enough about me, what is your story Nevan?”
“My name is Nevan I have lived in this city my entire life, but I wasn’t always on this side of the wall; I once lived within the castle. My mother as I said was rich and was an elf, but she married a man. Some merchant from far away a year after they were married he left with much of her riches. I was born two weeks before he left. After he left my mother realized she couldn’t keep me; but money wasn’t because due to a lack of money, she was still very rich, but because she couldn’t bare the shame of having an Eilvin child. I was then left I the care of a well off Eilvin family outside of the walls, they were killed by a gang when I was five, ever since I have lived on the streets.”
“Does your mother still live in the castle?” Favian asked.
Nevan paused, “I don’t know actually. Last I heard she was still there, but she had always talked about moving into the elves territory but I don’t know if she did because the elves hated her because of me and my father.”
Favian stopped and thought for a few seconds. This teen’s story was very similar to his. He had been abandoned at a young age by rich parents. But Nevan was left with nothing while Favian was left in a village where he grew up to become its leader, before it was attacked by orcs.
“What happened to your father?”
“He moved to stoneharrow, on the way he was killed by a roving band of orcs.” Nevan answered. “I wish he hadn’t though, I would have liked to meet him to show him I was worth it. But now I don’t know if I am worth it, all I have done is lived on the streets and scrounge for food.”
“Have you ever heard of the Rogues?” Favian asked.
“The rogues? Aren’t they a myth?” Nevan answered.
“I am pretty sure they are, or at least I was. I have been hearing rumors that they are actually real. And I have thought about going to join them. If they are real that is.”
“How do you plan on getting out of the city?” Nevan asked. “The gates are watched at all times. And they are guarded by a score of men.”
“We won’t go through the gate; we are going to go over the walls.” Favian replied. “But we are going to need some more people to do this.”
“I have a few friends who might be able to help.” Nevan replied.
“We can contact them and start planning our escape from here.” Favian replied. Suddenly another voice interrupted their discussion.
“Planning on making a run for it filthy Eilvins,” Said the voice. “We have some people trying to escape over here!” it shouted.
Nevan and Favian both spun around and Favian drew his sword as he did so. And they saw the speaker. It was a guard carrying a large spiked club.
“And it looks like one of them stole a sword. Be careful you might cut yourself.” The soldier mocked.
Favian immediately jumped into action cutting at the man’s legs then following with and overhead cut. The soldier easily jumped backward avoiding both attacks. He then jumped forward swinging his club as if it was a twig and knocked the sword out of Favian’s hands. Favian then jumped back avoiding another swipe from the club he continued to back up looking for a way of escape but he saw nothing but stone walls. Startlingly, the soldiers face contorted with pain, and then he fell forward, with a knife stuck into his back and Nevan standing behind him frozen in shock.
“Grab my gear that is down here I will grab what I have upstairs, we need to find your friends and get out of here before the rest of the guards come.” Favian said then ran for a ladder to the scaffolding above. He ran to one of the large windows where he picked up a bow, a quiver full of arrows, and a bag full or other supplies. Sprinting back to the ladder he threw himself off of the scaffolding, grabbing onto one of the middle rungs of the ladder he dropped to the floor. He turned and saw Nevan still frozwn from shock.
“Come on!” Favian shouted. And Nevan snapped out of his trance and rqn and grabbed the closest supplies.he moved to grab more but favian stopped him.
“We have to go now!” He said.
With that Favian and Nevan ran out of the building through the hole in the wall. Looking to the side as they came out, they saw a patrol coming from their left. Immediately they turned and ran the opposite direction. Favian notching an arrow to his bow, turned while running,and fired an arrow, then returned to running without seeing the arrow hit. He heard. Nevans breath beginning to come in ragged breaths. Favian cganced a look back and saw that the soldiers were further away then they were before he shot the arrow.
“Quick down here.” Favian said and sharply turned down an alleyway. Nevan dived after him. The two of them hid behind a mess of unused boxes and barrels. A minute passed and the patrolif guards ran past them shouting as they went. They waited for another few minutes before leaving their hiding spot.
“How close are your friends?” Favian asked in a whisper.
“They shouldn't be too much further from here. They used to gather at the old square. But we were separated about a month ago by one of the gangs. I haven't seen them since then.”
“And you are risking our entire plan on finding a group of people you haven't seen in a month?” Favian asked incredulously. “Do you realize what will happen if we are caught? They will kill us. Can we trust these people?”
“Yes, we can trust them,” Nevan answered after a moment of thinking. “they haven't let me down yet.”