Kazana's Story part one:
(Kazana POV)
I wiped my face with one hand, while holding my stolen pastry with the other. I ran into a stall, tipping over its entire contents onto the ground, but I didn't have any time to say sorry, only to get up and keep running. I risked a peek backwards, only to see what I was already expecting; an angry man in white baker's outfit yelling "thief, thief!" I grimaced. If I didn't get away, then I would be taken in as a thief, and as I had no family to protect me, I would probably become a slave. I ran into an alleyway, hoping to escape the large angry man. Unfortunately, the alleyway wasn't a good escape route, as it ended in a sheer wall. I looked around frantically, hoping that there would be someplace to go to. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the darkest part of the alleyway, behind barrels of abandoned rotting tomatoes.. I almost screamed until I realized that the hand that had grabbed me was small, a child's hand like mine. I looked to my left, revealing the face of a slight girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, barely older than I was. She was blonde and wore a tattered white dress. I was about to ask her name, but she made a shushing gesture, motioning towards the confused baker. He muttered angrily about "damned kids," testing the blade of his knife. Finally the baker gave up his search, deciding that I wasn't worth it. I looked at the girl. "Thank you."
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Just a short, three chapter long story I wanted to write. Kazana is one of my favorite characters, one of those characters that have barely any screen time, but you still want to know better. Please review!
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