Known as the more developmental area, the southern sector of Flawdah is also the most populated and lively part of the kingdom, housing many of its hardest working and most loyal citizens. Crowded streets and alleyways are commonplace, but this week the streets seem to be even more packed as arrangements for the royal wedding are taking place.

Within the crowd is a masked and hooded girl sneaking through the alleyways in tattered clothing, on the run from the royal guards after having been missing for many days.

The young woman carefully snakes her way through the crowd, taking extra caution to not draw too much attention to herself. Peeking through her hood she could name the majority of the bystanders. She's seen them time and time again, especially the merchants.

She quickly walks up to a fruit stand, hiding her face whilst trying to sound as clear as possible. “Hey, can I buy something to eat?” The salesman turns around with a warm Flawidian smile, one that many residents of the kingdom have perfected down to a science.

“Well hey there Missy! Ouch, looking a little beat up there huh? Running from something or just a long day? Haha!” The man starts to chuckle as he pulls up a small sign with prices.

“Just a few long days, I'm sorry but I'm kind of in a rush, what can I get for- '' The woman pulls out a small coin purse and lays some money onto the counter. “-this much? Two dollars even.”

He pulls out a small glass bowl. “Hey there's no need to rush around when it comes to Flawdah, try to relax more, it’ll help.” Pulling out a small knife the merchant begins to chop some of his fruits into bite sized pieces. “You can call me Gerry. What's your name miss?”

She already knew who she was dealing with, there was a reason she came to this specific stand. Gerry always has the best prices for his fruit, and the speed that he can prepare almost exactly what you're looking for as if he could read your stomach's inner desires. He even has an older brother Jorge, the tobacco salesman down the street.

Gerry clears his throat as he finishes his knife work. “Sorry Miss, did you say your name while I wasn't paying attention? I get a little lost in my work sometimes.”

At that moment is when a man donning a jet-black suit is spotted in the corner of her eye towards the northern side of Flawdah. In the ensuing moment, she quickly recognizes him as one of the high ranking officers serving the royal guard. These special suits are designed specifically for the royal guard in that they provide more protection and mobility than a suit of armor ever could.

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Trying to avoid exposure, she leaves the money on the table, snatches the bowl of fruit from the vendor’s hands, and quickly walks the opposite direction trying to break line of sight with the guard. As she does this, the fruit vendor loudly questions her. “Hey! What’s the matter with you?” Overhearing this, the guard heads over to the girl.

“Excuse me miss!” He shouts. “You wouldn’t happen to be stealing from our Gerry now would ya?” His interjection makes her stop dead in her tracks, frozen in fear of being caught.

As she stands still, refusing to turn around, Gerry explains “No sir, no stealing here! But these kids I tell ya, it's like they aren't raised with any respect these days. Haha!” However, the guard's suspicion remained.

He begins to move towards her as she stands frozen with fear, unable to move even an inch. “Hmm, have I seen you before? You seem familiar.” The guard says as he moves closer, trying to get a glimpse of her face. She hears his footsteps as she tries to gather as many options of escape as possible.

Shivering, the woman quickly moves her head to the right to further escape eye contact with the guard. Trying to mask her voice she quickly tries to make an excuse for why she wont show her face. “I'm sorry sir, I was just leaving. Pay no mind to me.”

The guard sighs and reaches for her shoulder to keep her in place. “Ma’am I just need to ID you, we have a fugitive on the run and need to keep an account on our citizens. Can you please just work with me here? I don't want to do this as much as you do.”

Trying to shake his hand off her shoulder the woman starts to walk away.

“I-I have somewhere to be sorry but I don't have time.” Clearly frustrated with this act of defiance, the man reaches for the hood covering her head, slightly pulling it down while catching only a glimpse of shining silver hair. Within an instant the woman takes off down the street, knowing her cover was blown.

Her hood slips as the wind blows, revealing her unmistakable silver hair that no one but the members of the royal family possess. With no other options, she makes a break towards the southern end of Flawdah and tries to get away with however much energy she has left.

Whipping around, the guard calls to his cohorts “It’s her! Purple hoodie!” Two more guards burst from the crowd and took off down the street trailing their mark.

The further down the street the group runs the thinner the crowd gets, making the purple more noticeable by the second. As soon as the line of sight was clear one of the guards in the back shouted at the lead.

“Bach, do it now!” The lead guard raises his right hand right in front of himself before pointing his index and middle finger to his target as a dark green light emits from his fingertips.

“YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME! GRASPING ROOTS!” Two vines erupt from his fingertips flying at high speeds towards the feet of the girl, hoping to trip her.

After quickly noticing the vines flying towards her, she leaps forward to dodge the attack causing them to impale the ground. Rolling as she lands she catches herself and begins to run again.

Murmurs from the crowd can be heard as they watch this chase, “why is she running?” and “is that the princess?” blows past the ears of the runaway. Suddenly she sees Jorge, the tobacco salesman reaching to the ground.

Lacking the energy to jump again she gathers her voice and screams.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY JORGE!”