A/N: Hey there! I decided to revamp a few things, plus add a chapter to this little adventure… Anyways thanks to all the loyal readers out there and welcome if this is your first time seeing it. This is my first story so reviews are appreciated positive or otherwise anyways, hope you enjoy!

I stand in the middle of the square, the high noon sun slowly cooking my back like a turkey during the big fall festivals.

The people move all around me, almost bumping into me.

Almost.

Almost because I cannot let them feel the weapons that I carry; almost because they cannot know the mission that I'm on.

My white robes shift under my ragged brown cloak as I move aside with the crowd as I move aside with the crowd to watch the slaves go down the street to the market.

As the rainbow of colors go by, I spot one child; an infant staring at me. I notice her because she's looking directly at me straight into my eyes, while an older girl holds her in her pale arms. The distraction is not lost on the older girl, her blonde hair sweeping up to see what is distracting the child. Our eyes meet, her pale eyes contrasting against her blonde hair.

Suddenly the wind picks up, blowing across banners and flags and kicking up dust. It also ruffles across cloaks and hats, threatening to blow them away. In the confusion, my robes ruffle and slide with the wind; revealing my white robes, threatening the secrecy of my mission!

Neither is this lost on the girl; her eyes widening as realization crosses her features. She turns up to look at my face, her wide eyes filled with… was it fear? Or perhaps understanding; I merely nod my head; just barely; an almost unnoticeable gesture.

She shuffles by, her head bowed away to keep from drawing attention to me. The child, however, continues to stare, even shifting around to watch me as they pass by. Soon afterward, the line of slaves ends, and I casually walk away, as I have so many times before, to continue my mission.

I turn and begin down a small side street, crowded with vendors, shops, flags, and people. I breeze my way through the crowd, careful to not let them touch me at all. As I near the light at the end, the crowd in front begins to part, and people scream in terror. I dive to the side, into a side shop, as a blonde bob flies past, with large dark shapes on her heels. I poke my head back out the door to see the same girl from before running, with two giant men on her tail, their black cloaks sailing out behind them as their horses glide along the road clacking on the dark pavement.

I run back inside and throw off my cloak; ignoring the protests of the shopkeeper. I run outside and jump up onto an overhang, gaining altitude as I try to gain on them. Finally I get ahead and jump off the roof over the street. My hand reaches out to grab a nearby flagpole from a window. Unfortunately, I miss and grab the flags, ripping it as I come down and landing just behind the second Enforcer. He turns as I throw him off and take the reins, urging it faster as I pull my pistol out. I take careful aim despite the galloping horse.

Just before I fire, the blonde bob in the crowd slides down a side alley, the first enforcer following her quickly and causing me to miss his head, instead smashes a pot right beside it. The Enforcer turns his horse to charge me, as I draw three throwing stars from my belt. I take aim and throw, but the wind blows again and the star flies into a door. I throw the second one, but the wind once again flies and it is thrown up to just barely slide above his head.

Calm down! I think as I aim again for my last shot. If I don't get it, there isn't another chance. I throw it and it flies off course at the last second…

Right into a lock for a stack of logs! The logs roll out and trip the horse. As it falls, it traps the enforcer underneath. I stop the horse and hop off. As I walk over to the trapped enforcer, I pull out my second pistol, then taking careful aim; I look into his eyes, the eyes of a man with a family, and a home… And fire.