The Baker and the Dragon

[Anonymous]

Johnathan headed back into the town he had been staying at before he'd left with the demons. He was hoping to find some sign of his sister. Fiona was being chased by her fellow Village Idiots because she had refused to perform their she was now a fugitive and spent her days dodging countless mishaps related to being Idiotic. If she had been here, there would be some sign of her passing, even a tale of a fiery jester would be enough.

The problem with returning to this particular town however, was that he had been found to be a mage and had escaped with a gang of demons. They had been really nice people but he had eventually had to leave them. He had promised he would meet with them again when he knew his sister was okay. The stories he was hearing about her concerned him. There was even one that a female Village Idiot had been captured and was now touring with Big Suspenders and his troupe.

As Johnathan made his way down the street he stopped near his old bakery. It upset him to see that the place had been burnt down. He hadn't been able to stay anywhere long enough to build another and when he'd been here, he'd always pictured him and Fiona living a quiet life. Him baking and her telling him stories.

Finally he set himself down near one of the houses and pulled out a loaf of hardened bread and a water skein. He was too tired to look for now, Fiona's tracks would be just as easy to find in an hour.

[Anonymous]

They had heard the rumors, and then sensed the magic, too. A man-boy, light hair and light eyes, with minor magic. They sure felt the minor magic. Softer-hearted, less bigoted soldiers might have decided that he wasn't dangerous and let it be, but when you hate something like they did, hate it from birth to death, hate it with your family, your friends, and your foes--Any amount of it is obliterated, not matter how small.

So, from two side of the street, came the tromp-tromp-tromp of soldiers, a small squad. The bore arms, of course, and their ability to nullify magic. Grim looks, and a grim sound. No mercy.

Mean while, a bit down the street, Célion napped contently, disguised as a horse, as always. A nice dark one, this time, smaller than usual. War horses stood out here, so I was but to look more like a pack or work horse.

[Anonymous]

Johnathan munched on the now moisened bread when he heard the sound of soldiers approaching. It as unlikely they were after him, it had been a while since he'd been here and he didn't exactly stand out like his sister did. She had the throuble of causing a -

Nope, those soldiers were coming this way. They looked cranky too. It didn't matter if they remembered him or not, their faces told that they knew what type of person he was. Johnathan immediately began to get nervous: his neck began to sweat and he fiddled with a carving knife in his apron pocket. He didn't want to take it out yet, just in case he was mistaken.

He got to his feet and glanced around the corner of the building he was leaning against. If he ran, they would probably be faster but with the heavy armour they would slow down too. He sucked on his upper lip and waited for them to approach, failing to not look nervous. 'Good day officers, is there something I can help you with?' he asked, occasionally glancing over to the space beside the building.