AN: Thank you every one who have read my story so far, and a special thanks to my first reviewer waggers12345. Here is chapter 1. R & R :D

Chapter 1

Erik jumped from shadow to shadow, sure he was several miles away from the gypsy camp, but still…it was for the best…really.

It was around three in the morning by the time Erik reached the first town…well if it could be called a town, it was rather small, a bakery, a butcher, maybe a couple shops, not much else. Looking around he couldn't help but to think that this may be a good place to settle down…but then again it was small, and in some way or another everyone in town would know him…bother him…and eventually demask him.

Erik made up his mind, he would go into the first inn he came across and…as much as it pained his male ego…ask for directions to the nearest city.

Of course when he found said inn, the owner, who for several minutes just looked at him, informed him that the nearest "big" town was about a two day trip in the direction he came from. Why was this so hard…That being out of the question left Erik with a four and a half day…by horse…trip to Paris…well if nothing else Erik had always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower.

But the trip would have to wait for the next night…or two. Erik was tired, and that was saying something, So he got a room in the inn.

When Erik got up to his room he almost cried. It was a castle compared to the hellhole some might call a tent. There was a wash basin, a dresser, and in the corner, a real, full sized, bed. And on it, a warm looking blanket. Erik was…in awe,

Well needless to say Erik got the best night sleep he had, had in years. He woke up around two-o'clock the next noon. He would have to get a horse, and some needed goods if he was going to make it to Paris…and just as he guessed when he went to the nearest shop, everyone was talking about the man in the black mask…Erik was taken aback by how fast the news got around, and due to that he was now in a hurry to leave. He did not know how the gypsies would react to his absence, so the sooner he left the better.

Deciding against the horse, in order to get out of the town quicker, he got a couple loafs of bread, some cheese, a blanket, and a hunting knife, and quickly…he left.

He was about four and a half miles out of town before he felt it was safe enough to slow his pace. Erik had never felt more relieved to leave a place…well not counting the gypsy camp that is.

The road winded on in front of Erik, and he was free, he was his own man, and most importantly he was able to start living.

AN: Well that is it for tonight, sorry, but I have classes in the morning. Hope you liked it. I'll try for longer chapters in the future. Thanks for reading. :D