The True Colors of an Empire_Ch:1_Dragonborn 8

Drachma picks the net back up and places it in the bag once more. Iriel sprints up the stairs as the two slaves start running in the town’s direction. Drachma gets up from the ground, holds the three coins tight in one hand, unsheathes his sword from his back, holds it firmly on the other, and sprints up the stairs, right behind Iriel.

Lightning blasts are constantly shot at the door in an attempt to break the door and seal the two heroes in the bunker. Noticing the surrounding buildings being broken apart, Iriel and Drachma move over to some pieces of wood to prevent the collapse of the building. On gaining more distance between their pursuers and themselves, the two blue slaves run away as quickly as possible. 

Drachma holds the bunker's doors up to his head to prevent those rubbles from falling and makes way for Iriel to escape from there. Then, he throws away the rubbles along with the door, giving himself enough space to get out of his potential tomb.

Hearing all the gunshots and explosions, the people of the town start running around and screaming. It creates a commotion. The guards run towards the screaming people.

This buys the attention of Meadow and Eliel. Meadow runs towards the commotion while Eliel, hesitating, keeps standing there, “The guards are running toward the danger. We can’t fight with whatever that is. We should find Drachma and Iriel, and get out of here as soon as possible!” Eliel runs towards Meadow and grabs onto his arm.

“Eliel, the world is a place full of dangers! If you want to explore it then stop being so scared all the damn time. Iriel and Drachma even went that way. They are going to need our help! Pick what role you wanna play!” Meadow shouts back. Loosening the grasp on Eliel's arm, he crosses some of the crowd by flying, while Eliel stands there, deep in his thoughts, and watches Meadow fly away.

The two slaves, with their hearts pounding in their chests, run away through the alleyways. Iriel follows them, and Drachma is running right behind her. However, his old age slowly catches up to him and he falls behind the young elven girl. Looking at the faint glimpses of sparks being fired by his prey, his heart starts to pump. His fangs start to show as a smile spreads across his face. “Just like the old days. They always think they can run faster and are smart enough to escape.” These thoughts start running through his head. His back arches and starts showing his ancestry. The fur exposed on his body is standing on its end. Leaning forward, the older man tries to gain speed. Slowly, the space between Iriel and Drachma began to decrease. He starts to salivate at the idea of catching the two slaves. Iriel keeps a steady pace with the slaves, while Drachma, with a crazed look in his eyes and feral body, is in a nearly all-four run on the ground.

As the slaves jump over the garbage cans, they push some over to slow down their pursuers. Rounding a corner, they encounter a large crowd of guards. The guards reach for their weapons.

“Zeligniti Udoknas!” The male quickly places a wall of lighting, blocking away the gunfire. A bullet manages to pass through the lighting wall and pierces into one of the legs of the female slave. It makes her stagger and decreases her speed. The magic caster helps to get her to safety. 

Drachma rushes down the alleyway. “Go left!” he screams out as he pounces on a wall to jump on a railing. Iriel slides over the lid of a container on the left-hand side. She feels uneasy watching Drachma’s appearance changing constantly into a more feral look.

“I’ve read about his behaviour before, but seeing it right in front of my eyes is terrifying. I need to reach the people first. Perhaps they can use our language enough to trick Drachma.”

T.B.C.

Writer: Alejandro Faverzani.

Artist: Nayeli Zelaya.

Co-writer and art editor: adifferentway.