A/N: Hey all! Welcome to the Wonderful World of my ficcmeister!!!
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Anywho, my standard disclaimer:
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Me no own,
So you no sue.
The only one I own is The Watcher. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy! Ane PLEASE review at the end! ^.^
A black-clad figure slipped through the streets of Summersea, a shadow among shadows. The person paused at an alley mouth, and scanned the crowd.
A young man, about age 15, with tan skin and dark curly hair rode down the street, accompanied by a middle-aged woman in a green habit.
The figure smiled softly, but then as if realizing what they were doing, schooled their expression into a blank mask. Suddenly the figure jerked up, sensing danger. The danger came in the form of a man with a head cloth over his face, working his way towards the pair in the street. A flash of silver at his side alerted the watcher to the man's weapon.
Swearing violently, the figure jumped from their previous hiding place, vaulting over a pile of baskets, and dodging through the stream of traffic. The man was now behind the two travelers, knife raised.
Briar Moss, glanced at his teacher, dedicate Rosethorn, as they rode through the market-day traffic. "It's times like these that make me glad that I live in a Temple!" He muttered under his breath, as a clumsy mule driver shouted at them for 'getting in his way'.
Suddenly, alarm bells went off in his head, and he turned around quickly. "Rosethorn!" he shouted, as a dirty looking man raised a long knife behind his teacher. "Watch out!"
But Rosethorn's nerves were a fraction slower than they had been, since her trip into death had killed part of her brain. Briar knew she could not get out of the way in time, and the nearest plant was growing from a window basket way above his head. ::Grow!:: he screamed at it, willing the vine to stretch faster, even as he wheeled his horse, trying to get between the man and Rosethorn.
Suddenly, there was a flash of black, leaping in front of Rosethorn, blocking the knife, and giving Briar time to drag Rosethorn out of the saddle. The figure in black had a knife of it's own, and was using it to great effect against the would-be assassin.
The figure blocked another thrust of the killer, and knocked the other's knife away, the blade flying across the street, to land point first, in the wood box of a fruit stall.
The watcher disarmed the attacker, and brandished the knife in his direction. Suddenly, the killer was bound by- of all things- a Suurka vine. The vine seemed to have mind of it's own, twining around the man until he looked fit to be a spider's supper.
The figure blinked, then turned to the boy and his teacher, who were on foot now, making them less of a target.
The watcher applauded them mentally. ::Smart... They know what to do.::
Briar sighed in relief when the vine finally reached the attacker. ::Safe...:: He thanked the vine mentally, and looked for the mysterious figure, finding them in a defensive crouch, watching the man warily.
Briar could get a better view here, seeing that their savior wore tight- fitting black clothes, black fingerless gloves, soft black boots, and a black cloak with the hood covering their face.
Sensing Briar's stare, the figure turned, and he found himself caught in a fierce emerald gaze. The figure winked at him, and vanished silently into the crowd.
Briar swore, and would have followed, except Rosethorn was tugging at his sleeve and pointing at the bound killer.
Briar sighed. "Right."
A/N: Well? Like it? Hate it? Tell me! I know this part it sort of obvious. ::sighs:: Oh well...
The only one I own is The Watcher. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy! Ane PLEASE review at the end! ^.^
A black-clad figure slipped through the streets of Summersea, a shadow among shadows. The person paused at an alley mouth, and scanned the crowd.
A young man, about age 15, with tan skin and dark curly hair rode down the street, accompanied by a middle-aged woman in a green habit.
The figure smiled softly, but then as if realizing what they were doing, schooled their expression into a blank mask. Suddenly the figure jerked up, sensing danger. The danger came in the form of a man with a head cloth over his face, working his way towards the pair in the street. A flash of silver at his side alerted the watcher to the man's weapon.
Swearing violently, the figure jumped from their previous hiding place, vaulting over a pile of baskets, and dodging through the stream of traffic. The man was now behind the two travelers, knife raised.
Briar Moss, glanced at his teacher, dedicate Rosethorn, as they rode through the market-day traffic. "It's times like these that make me glad that I live in a Temple!" He muttered under his breath, as a clumsy mule driver shouted at them for 'getting in his way'.
Suddenly, alarm bells went off in his head, and he turned around quickly. "Rosethorn!" he shouted, as a dirty looking man raised a long knife behind his teacher. "Watch out!"
But Rosethorn's nerves were a fraction slower than they had been, since her trip into death had killed part of her brain. Briar knew she could not get out of the way in time, and the nearest plant was growing from a window basket way above his head. ::Grow!:: he screamed at it, willing the vine to stretch faster, even as he wheeled his horse, trying to get between the man and Rosethorn.
Suddenly, there was a flash of black, leaping in front of Rosethorn, blocking the knife, and giving Briar time to drag Rosethorn out of the saddle. The figure in black had a knife of it's own, and was using it to great effect against the would-be assassin.
The figure blocked another thrust of the killer, and knocked the other's knife away, the blade flying across the street, to land point first, in the wood box of a fruit stall.
The watcher disarmed the attacker, and brandished the knife in his direction. Suddenly, the killer was bound by- of all things- a Suurka vine. The vine seemed to have mind of it's own, twining around the man until he looked fit to be a spider's supper.
The figure blinked, then turned to the boy and his teacher, who were on foot now, making them less of a target.
The watcher applauded them mentally. ::Smart... They know what to do.::
Briar sighed in relief when the vine finally reached the attacker. ::Safe...:: He thanked the vine mentally, and looked for the mysterious figure, finding them in a defensive crouch, watching the man warily.
Briar could get a better view here, seeing that their savior wore tight- fitting black clothes, black fingerless gloves, soft black boots, and a black cloak with the hood covering their face.
Sensing Briar's stare, the figure turned, and he found himself caught in a fierce emerald gaze. The figure winked at him, and vanished silently into the crowd.
Briar swore, and would have followed, except Rosethorn was tugging at his sleeve and pointing at the bound killer.
Briar sighed. "Right."
A/N: Well? Like it? Hate it? Tell me! I know this part it sort of obvious. ::sighs:: Oh well...