Flitican ran quickly down the abandoned street of Dortain in a panic. It was raining hard at the climax of the stormy season. No one was outside today. He could barely see through the sheets of falling water as he trudged forward, feeling certain that they would catch him. He turned into an alleyway, and leaned against one of the clay buildings and shivered. He was freezing, and as a galendar it was considered wise to stay indoors during this time of year. He wondered how his pursuers were faring in the cold rain.
The Galendars of Galendurous were a fast, sharp, race who lived in northern Gabonland. They were so fast that their walking speed was 20 miles per hour. They had green skin, and pointy ears. A thing that Flitican was remembering now was the fact that they were very vulnerable to cold. Flitican sat down against the wall in a dark and dry corner where two buildings met. It was protected partially by the building in front of him. He was freezing. He began to feel tired.
Flitican felt alarmed but his body made no reaction.
“FIND HIM!” Yelled a voice. The one that the voice belonged to came from the alleyway towards Flitican.
It was another galendar. This galendar was enormous and he had a drawn sword. He was looking for Flitican. Flitican sat in the darkness still paralyzed with cold. He knew that if he was found he would be killed. Flitican recognized him when he saw the hair that had been died red. This galendar menace was Waltizar. He was the leader of the W.H.A.R.F gang. This monster of a galendar had a personal vendetta against Flitican that went back a century to the war between Allitica and Galendurous.
Flitican’s ancestors had chosen to betray the Galendars of Galendurous and fight with Allitica. Now the W.H.A.R.F decided to put the betrayer’s descendants to justice.
“Where are you, Flitican?” Waltizar whispered menacingly. “Where are you? Come out so justice can be done.”
Flitican had never felt so cold. He wished the rain would stop. The cold was so strong that Flitican was worried he would freeze to death.
“Come out. Come out, traitor. We have already torched your home. Your family is dead. There is nothing to go back to.”
The words hit him like a hammer to his stomach. Dead? Flitican sat paralyzed. They weren’t dead. They couldn’t be dead. He just visited them that morning. He had breakfast with his parents and his new baby sister. Flitican held perfectly still in the dark corner. He didn’t even breathe. He didn’t know what to do. He groped around on the ground hoping to find something in the cold water.
“WHEREAREYOU!” Waltizar shouted sharply.
Flitican found a piece of glass that was a few inches long. Relieved he pulled it out of the water hoping that the sound of the rain would muffle the sound of his movement. He wanted to stab this liar. Flitican kept himself from letting out his fury. His family was still alive, he could feel it. They had to be. His sister had been born just a month ago. She couldn’t have died so young.
Waltizar made no response. With a growl, the galendar put back his sword and walked out of the alleyway and into the street. Flitican sighed in relief. He stood up and shivered. He felt very tired and shaky. One thing was for certain. He needed to leave Galendurous. He didn’t know what he would do. He would have nothing. His home was gone. The freezing rain numbed him.
He then pulled a smooth entil stone out of his pocket. The light blue of it seemed very bright in the darkness of the night and rain. He remembered the inscription his parents had once carved for him.
Hope for the best,
Prepare for the worst,
And have faith that everything will be okay.
Faith seemed like a foreign word to him now. What did he have to have faith in. Right now, he was only focused on survival. He forced his numb legs to move and he trudged through the rain down to the street. He would find his parents. They would be locked in their house safely. He was sure of it.
It was as Flitican rounded the corner that Waltizar grabbed him by the throat. The gang’s leader had been waiting for him to come out.
“There you are,” Waltizar laughed pulling out his sword. “It’s time to meet your maker, traitor.”
Flitican stabbed Waltizar’s arm with the piece of glass. The galendar cried out and loosened his grip on Flitican’s neck. Flitican freed himself and fell to the ground. On his knees, he slashed at Waltizar’s legs. Flitican was then kicked in the face. The piece of glass flew out of his hand along with the entil stone given to him by his parents. It was the last thing he had from them. He crawled after it only to have a hand grasp at his heel and pull him back. Flitican struggled and kicked. His foot met Waltizar’s face. He crawled and grabbed the stone. He felt very relieved. He then looked back at his foe. Waltizar with a sword in hand jumped at him. Flitican rolled out of the way closer to the piece of glass. He grabbed ahold of it and stood up. Waltizar had gotten up to and charged at Flitican. He moved out of the way and tripped Waltizar. The sword fell out of his hand and Flitican picked it up and held it to Waltizar’s throat.
There was a silence. The rain grew harder. Despite the cold Flitican still felt on fire inside. Moments passed.
“Come on traitor,” Waltizar said. “Don’t you have any backbone. Finish the Job. Kill me like your ancestors killed hundreds of galendar’s.”
Flitican wanted to. This was the one who was hunting his family. But Flitican looked into Waltizar’s eyes and saw something he couldn’t quite understand. Something that was probably in his own eyes. Pain.
“I am not going to become you, Waltizar,” Flitican said. “Now I am going to find my family.
He then ran down the street away from W.H.A.R.F’s leader.
“WE’RE ARE GOING TO FIND YOU FLITICAN!” Waltizar said climbing up off the ground. “WE ARE GOING TO HUNT YOU FOREVER. YOU WILL DIE!”Flitican payed no attention and walked down the street towards his home. His family was going to still be there. They had to be.