[Threyir]
It is time. Three… two... I break into a sprint before I even begin to mutter one. Dodging onlookers I make straight for the Silvester. "Damnall." Someone is aboard. I know there is no choice, time is nearly out. Setting my course now I know there is no turning back.
Time passes painfully slowly as I wait for the boy to leave the boat. Worse even is that at any moment the alarm could sound and then I would be caught and all the suffering pain and work so far would be for nothing. As I wait I can't help but think of my family. Papa with his black hair streaked with silver, tanned skin slowly turning wrinkly. His strong, proud jawline, common to the males of her bloodline and his bright blue eyes, only seen among very few of the Bārū. Unlike her father, Threyir's mother Lara had light honey brown eyes, jet black hair, and a sweet smile that had enchanted many aspiring suitors. All of whom she had politely turned down. Last of all there was Tommy, older by just a year, her only sibling, and someone whom she shared a very close bond with. Tommy was almost 2 meters tall with light brown wavy hair. I miss him the most of all.
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“There she is!!”
A quick glance over my shoulder confirms that my time has indeed run out, I need to go, now. Before the last of the city guard come into view I dart onboard the Silvester. Catching the boy completely by surprise, I sweep his legs out from under him, sending him teetering off the edge of the boat. For a split second our eyes meet, then he falls overboard with a splash, a half second later a second splash follows the first as his bag of salt falls on top of him. I shrugged, "Oh well, can't be helped.". One slash with my Luni ( a long straight knife made with Aillse steel (fairy steel ) severs the mooring rope, and the boat begins to drift towards the middle of the river. I have made it. One less obstacle. Moving to the tiller I correct the ship's course for what I know to be the first of many times in the following weeks to come.