Etharon sat beneath the shade of a tree, just on the outskirts of Ketra. He was about to go to the place he loved the most, The Randy Peach. He grinned stupidly, as he pulled a big apple out of his bag, thinking of the place, and the ladies. Of course, its not like he was going to do anything with them when he got there. He'd just sit, drinking the cheapest wine possible, and watch them. Yes. He liked to watch the ladies.
He tossed his apple into the air, concentrating on catching it, when he fumbled, and the darned piece of fruit rolled away from him. He scrambled up, following the morsel, picked it up, rubbed it against his shirt, and tossed it again, brows furrowed in concentration. This time though, it his a big man in the back of the head. He turned around, snarling. "Watch it, kid!" Etharon stepped back a little, and glared back at the man, feeling bravado run through his veins.
He was stupid, you could give him that.
"Yeah... well... if your head wasn't so big you wouldn't have a problem!"
"My head!? What has my head go to do with anything you big-eared little shite?"
"Your head is so big, your mother probably -"
"Don't you go talking about my mother, boy." Etharon probably should have listened to the warning tone in the man's voice, but unwittingly, he carried on.
"Hah! You're mother's so hairy, you almost died of rugburn at birth!" Etharon laughed, and laughed, until he saw the dark look on the man's face, and the knife in his hand. Etharon's eyes and mouth burst open, and he gave a yelp, turned on his heel and ran.
Yelling at the top of his lungs, Etharon tore through the road into the market place, his gangly legs spinning out of control. And of course, the boy wasn't watching where he was going. He tripped over a rock, and went sprawling out across the ground, limbs splayed like a starfish. Then he wasn't on the ground anymore. He was sailing through the air, the big man's hand clenched around the scruff of his neck. Etharon kicked his feet, twisting and turning his body. Dammit... he'd left his knife back in his bag.
"Hey .. hey... I was just kidding, you know, making a joke?" He tried desperately to smooth things over, but the man wasn't having any of it.
"Hows about I take you to meet my mother, hmm?" He sneered. Etharon's eyes popped open, confusion showing on his features.
"Oh yeah? That'd be nice. Where is she?"
"Dead."
Oh shite.