Chapter 2
Izhera walked through the Asturiaen sea side market. Looking at all the shops, what they had for sale, who has what. Some children ran though the street, laughing and calling to one an other. Izhera heard her stomach telling her she needed some thing to put in it. She looked for a food stall, and saw one. There was fruit of ever shape, size and color she knew. She walked toward it, already knowing what she was going to do. A cry went up form and angry stall owner, as Izhera rounded a corner, the owner close on her heels. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was a big fellow, a wolf man. Why had she picked one of the stalls owned by one of them. They were known for the tempers. As she turns again, this time into a small back street she runs head long into a young man in red armor. They both fall back into a cloth stall. She on top of him. Now Izhera got a good look at him. He had short silvery hair, much like the color of her own. His eyes were a deep red, almost the color of ox blood. He drew a sword and made a strike at her, missing. She bit his lower right arm, he dropped the sword, to the ground. Staggering back as she slashed at him with her dagger. Witch she had drawn only seconds before. She cuts a tic-tac-toe board patter on the chest of his armored jacket. Four small squares of black leather fell to the dirt. She rushes forward, but is held back by two strong young arms. She glances over her shoulder, seeing five young men, in almost the same armor, rush out of the small crowd that had formed. Two rush to the red eyed one, two others stood between her and him, and one held her back, just before he hit her over the head with a sword hilt.
Izhera walked through the Asturiaen sea side market. Looking at all the shops, what they had for sale, who has what. Some children ran though the street, laughing and calling to one an other. Izhera heard her stomach telling her she needed some thing to put in it. She looked for a food stall, and saw one. There was fruit of ever shape, size and color she knew. She walked toward it, already knowing what she was going to do. A cry went up form and angry stall owner, as Izhera rounded a corner, the owner close on her heels. She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was a big fellow, a wolf man. Why had she picked one of the stalls owned by one of them. They were known for the tempers. As she turns again, this time into a small back street she runs head long into a young man in red armor. They both fall back into a cloth stall. She on top of him. Now Izhera got a good look at him. He had short silvery hair, much like the color of her own. His eyes were a deep red, almost the color of ox blood. He drew a sword and made a strike at her, missing. She bit his lower right arm, he dropped the sword, to the ground. Staggering back as she slashed at him with her dagger. Witch she had drawn only seconds before. She cuts a tic-tac-toe board patter on the chest of his armored jacket. Four small squares of black leather fell to the dirt. She rushes forward, but is held back by two strong young arms. She glances over her shoulder, seeing five young men, in almost the same armor, rush out of the small crowd that had formed. Two rush to the red eyed one, two others stood between her and him, and one held her back, just before he hit her over the head with a sword hilt.