Wizards Alley
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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with a daily written by James Haddock, narrated by Frank Dougherty. I can't remember a time when I was hungry, cold and alone. I hid in the Ellie I called home, huddled against the cold, waiting for dark so I could go back out looking for food in the trash, behind the inns and taverns. It was harder to see the food at night, but there was less competition for the scraps. Then most everyone feared the darkness. But hunger has a way of pushing you past your fears. Tonight it was especially bad. It was raining as well of cold. In my hiding place against the temple, I was almost dry or rather not as wet. I waited under a small overhang for the storm to pass. I hoped it would. The puddles were getting bigger. The storm was louder. The thunder and lightning. We're getting closer. Lightning struck the temple grounds on the other side of my war. The thunder was deafening on the lightning, blinding two lightning bolts struck simultaneously in the L E. One blew the other red. In that moment, the two lightning bolts became men. They were hurling lightning bolts on each other. Boats of blue and red. The blue man was singing. His chance on the red man was cursing them. They're singing and cursing intensified, as did their lightning attacks. Neither could penetrate the others defences. Objects flew around them. Stones, pieces of clay pots, debris of all kinds. They threw debris at each other, but still nothing penetrated their shields. They closed on one another, striking each other with their staff each block. The others attack the lightning and thunder grew more intense. They struck one another with mighty blows using all their power. Suddenly, a wide band of natural white lightning Scott between them and consume them both. The band of white lining wrapped in bloom. Red streaks travelled across the wall to soak ground and scrub me. My word went from blinding white. Too sudden darkness. The rain hitting my face woke me. My face hurt like I had a bad sunburn. I set up slowly looking to where the two wizards had bean fighting around a smoking crater lay two broken staffs, jewellery rings, necklaces are coin purse coins and pieces off their cloaks and clothing, but no bodies. I felt the need together. Everything from around the crater For myself, it was somehow important. I had to do it not to sell or trade, but for my use, my protection. Someone would come looking for the Wizards to see what happened. And I needed to be ready. I got up easily and staggered to the crater. I started gathering everything. Carry it back to the overhang. My hiding place. I made several stumbling trips, but I finally collected everything. All evidence that a battle took place here was gone. Except for the crater and lightning scars on the ground. There wasn't much room left for me. With all my loop hold under the overhang. I need more room in here. I thought my hiding place in the war grew deeper. I jumped up, fell over on. Look back up my hide. There was a depression in the war now, like a doorway with no door. I need more room deeper. It grew deeper now wider. It got wider further back. So I moved all of my look deeper into my hide and sat down at the influence. I was now completely out of the rain. My mind was drifting in a daze and it was hard to focus. When they come, they will see me. I looked at the ivy. If it covered the wallet might hide me, grow and cover the war. The ivy slightly greying. But not just one spring. All the I've it grew until it covered my end of the war and my hiding place. It hung down like a green curtain. I sat quietly, shivering in my scraps of close scrapes was the name I had given myself. Scraps are, well, scraps of clothes, the night scraps of food. I looked down at myself growing. My regular clothes became dry. I tilted my head sideways, looking down at myself again warm. I was no longer cold, but I was still hungry. I decided to wait for the rain to stop before going to find some food. I does does. I sat waiting. I was so tired. Suddenly, I startled awake and looked toward the alley entrance. Red wizards were coming, three of them. The leader entered the alley carrying his staff aloft before him. It held a glowing red stone. The other two stayed a couple of steps behind and out to his side's looking around. All three had a red aura around them. I look down at myself once more. I had an aura around me, too. No red, not blue, but both purple. They moved to examine the crater. They fought here, the leader said. But neither prevailed. They must have transported to another place to continue their battle. We must continue the search on. After a final look around, they left less than an hour later. Blue is it arrived at the entrance of the alley. There were two of them. Both had blue auras and stars that hill Blue Stones, the one in the lead, knelt beside the crater. He took a handful of dirt, sang a chart on, blew the dust over the crater. Shadows of the two fighting wizards appeared. My hand rose unbidden, glowing purple. The shadows and the lightning strike rose upward and disappeared. They teleported again, neither overpowering the other. The 2nd 1 said so it would seem the 1st 1 agreed. Looking around, the Reds aren't too far ahead of us. Let's see where they go. The first wizard nodded and they left. My hand stopped glowing and I put it down. What was happening to me? I could do things, but they don't seem strange to me. It's not scary or crazy. It just is. It's me, but a different me. It had to be because of the lightning strike that consumed the red and blue wizards, then hit May. That must be. That's the only thing that makes sense if any of this make sense. I closed my eyes. My need for sleep was greater than my hunger. I dreamed, but not my dreams. I saw places I had never bean and myself doing things I've never done. The dream seemed at odds with each other. Some good, some bad. I won't rested warm and dry. I don't know how long I slept, but the ground in the alley would dry. My head rose on wave toward the crater The lightning strike had left. The ground became smooth, as if nothing unusual had ever happened. I sat thinking, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I had a bit of a headache and my mind was confused as to who I wass. I knew things I had never known and how to do things I'd never learned. There was so much I did not understand. Starvation was setting in. I thought about the coin person Coins ahead. Gathered from around the crater. They were mine. Now, as was everything else I had collected. I decided to go to the bakery to buy something to eat. I needed to be careful that if anyone thought I might have money, I wouldn't have it long. I left all but two coppers in the purse and hid it in the back of my hide as I stood up. I did so slowly too. Sure, I wasn't still dizzy. I seem to be all right. Just hungry. I appeared through the eye because I didn't see anyone, so I stepped out into the sunlight. I stood there a moment. Feeling the sun on your face, my belly ground Reminding me of my hunger. I left the alley and headed for the bakery. That was a few blocks away. I stayed to the side of the street, trying not to draw attention to myself. I stepped into the bakery and the woman behind the counter looked at me. You got coin? I lay a copper on the counter. She nodded. What will you have? Bread and meat that day Old, please. That they old was cheaper and I'd get more. She turned to film way order. As I watched the door and windows. I didn't want anyone to come upon me unawares. Here you go. She handed me a roll with a piece of meat in it. I stepped away from the counter and ate it as fast as I could. She watch me shaking her head. Don't choke on it. Lead, she said, smiling. I nodded, chewing slower. When I finished, I left and went to the fountain at the corner and grant my fill of water. I could have eaten more, but I was afraid it would make me sick. I had done that before. It was a waste of food. I'd wait a while and then get something else from a different place. I didn't want to be seen buying food for a second time today. Doing so would just invite trouble. Scraps! A boy shouted. I recognise the voice. He and his gang weren't friends without looking back. I ran away as fast as I could. However, I didn't run straight back to my hide. I had to lose them first. I knew these streets and alleys backwards, and forwards, but they did, too. It was to my advantage that I was smaller and I could fit a lot of spaces they couldn't. So I headed for a place I knew was a tight fit. I dodged under carts around horses and waggons running as fast as I could, but bad luck caught up with me. By planned escape, Alley was blocked. I ran past it to the next alley and turned him without breaking stride. This one was a maze of trash and scraps of all kinds. My only chance was the hide and hope they would give up. Before they found me, I looked for a whole low to the ground to climb into. I was betting on them, thinking I continue into the find of the alley looking for a way out. I heard them run into the alley and was forced to take the first hole I came to. He was a tight fit, but I pushed myself as deep as I could into under the trash heap. I scooted is my hiding place would allow, then went still. For better or worse, I was hidden. Now I needed to stay quiet. I heard them talking. You two go around to the other end of the alley to cut off his escape. We'll drive him to you guys as they moved through the alley looking for me. I listen to the sounds, scraps. You might as well come out. We have you tracked. I have my boys at the other end of the alley. You can't get away. I remain still and quiet and listen to the sounds as they searched through the trash for me. The longer you make me look, the worship bait it will be. I wasn't moving from this spot I was committed on. They were getting closer to me, so I unconsciously pushed further back away from them. It would be harder for them to see me that way. But if they found me, I'd get a beating and likely surrender. The one copper I had on me. I'd survive, but I wasn't looking forward to it.