Posted 20 October 2005 - 16:56
The crowd were still murmuring over Chaotix's death when Maxie slipped after Tomtom. She followed him to The Watcher, eyes widening in alarm as he drew his sword and she realised his intent. She hurried forward but was too late to stop him, and watched in disbelief as he fell. She watched in horror, her heart thundering in her chest, and as hard as she tried to run forwards to him, her legs would not move. After a couple of minutes that seemed like a lifetime, she sank slowly to her knees and she keened his death, something which even her senses had not perceived in time. A scrap of paper drew her attention as she drew in breath to keen again. Breathing out again, she leaned forward to read the writing on the paper.
Her eyes widened again as she read the contents of the letter. It was a letter from Chaotix to his beloved, telling him of his suspicions regarding another of the townsfolks and of his fears of his demise by their hand. She cursed softly as she realised that the blood had obscured the name beyond her ability to read. She read again the tale of the argument and wondered who had it been with.
Replacing the letter, she realised she should hurry back to the village before the others noticed her absence. She ran back, taking a route that took her out of the view of the other villagers.
Out of breath, she stumbled into her hut and hoped no one had seen her hasty excursion. She decided to keep quiet. If the villager who had argued with Chaotix realised she knew, she could be the next person to die.