Title: Protege pt. 1: Caught

Word Count: 100

Location: Minas Tirith


Sneaking through the crowd, the boy spots his prey. Some horselord, or one of the savages from further west. Not one of their soldiers, stern men in silver and black. The boy would be one, if he could, but he didn't have the parents or the learning and whatnot, and anyway, he likes this. This is more exciting.

His hand is already in the man's pocket, looking for something valuable, when a hand clamps around his wrist. Panic.

"Leggo!"

The man's eyes are hard jade. This is one of those demon foreigners. Oh, he's dead.

"Hey. You're pretty good, kid."