[dragoneyes]

Boy watched from a little way away, from up in his tree. He watched as his life was sliced away by these intruders, the best life he had ever had. His hand had nearly been impaled by one of the arrows from the horsemen but it was now stuck fast in the tree, not his body. He turned his gaze back towards the battle.

His father had gone down, using his newly stolen weapon. Perhaps it would have been better if he'd used his old sword, that one never failed him, but it was too late now. He'd seen a couple of men run off into the forest, it was probably just as well for them that his father was dead, otherwise they'd be the dead ones. He'd seen the failed attempt to use the woman as a sheild and Johnny had been slain, but not before he'd made his mark on a...very short man? He couldn't see well in this light, but that was what it looked like, he couldn't think what else it could be, it most certainly wasn't a halfling.

Boy wasn't entirely sure which group he was rooting for. On the one hand, there were the bandits, his old way of life. It was perhaps not the best way of life, but it sustained him and he'd known worse. On the other hand there were the intruders but that could go either way, they could give him a better life than he could ever dreamed of, or they could slay him like the theif, and to some extent murderer, he was. He was proud that he'd never killed anyone with his own hands, even if he had led them to it. He resolved to wait for the outcome of the battle and then he'd decide whether to reveal himself or no.

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: dragoneyes ]