The Last Outlaw: Finale
I was running in the woods, from someone, or something. I didn't know what it was but all I knew is that I had to keep running. My arms brushed past a one of the branches, I didn't think much of it till I felt a warm liquid run down my arm "shit" I cursed holding onto my arm trying to calm the bleeding even if it's only a little. I heard a low growl coming from behind me, I looked back trying to see where it was coming from, I didn't see anything.
Helmund and Basil sat and listened in bewilderment as they listened to Max’s story.
It wasn’t the first time they’ve heard of someone being chased in the woods before, it even happened to them once or twice. What astonished them was his claim of being from a different world.
Helmund thought to himself silently that surely Norlaf didn’t have that kind of magic, summoning beings from worlds different from their own. If so, was this mysterious boy the cause of all that was happening in Forlond, in the mainland? Was he the cause of the magic crisis the entire world is being threatened by?
“You said you didn’t get a good look at the beast?” Helmund finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Honestly I’m still not sure if I was even being chased to begin with. I don’t have a cut on my arm and I don’t feel fatigued in any way.” Maxwell began to recall the events in his head again, retracing his steps.
“it could be magic” Basil chimed in, “Doesn’t Ms. Estel use magic, could she tell us what happened to him.”
“I suppose, come Maxwell I-” Helmund quickly ducked to the ground, pulling Basil with him.
An arrowhead with a note attached punctured the tree that Maxwell was perched underneath.
Maxwell slowly reached up and took the note off the arrow.
“I can’t read this, It’s not in English”
“Give it here” Helmund says as he reaches for the note.
We have you surrounded, surrender peacefully or suffer fatal consequences. As for King Slayer, If you bring him to us, you may be rewarded your freedom. Choose Wisely, non-compliance will result in a disastrous outcome.
“This is signed by the royal guard, they mean business.” Basil looked at the signature.
Maxwell looked understandably nervous, there were only 3 of them there in the opening, and Helmund had been named as a possible threat. Would he be turned in? Why would the Royal Guard be looking for him?
Before he could continue falling into self given depression, Helmund snapped him out of it.
“Get down, we’ll crawl away from here very slowly. That is our only way out of here alive.”
“You aren’t turning me in?” Maxwell sounded somewhat relieved over this realization.
“I don’t know what they want with you, but I do know that if the Royal Guard is here, they don’t plan on taking you in alive. You can explain your story in full another time when we are safe, but for now, we must escape.”
