"Hey, stop!" a couple of guards yelled to a man they were chasing.
He looked back at the guards and chuckled. A guard nocked an arrow.
"Don't, you could hit someone" Another guard put his arm up to stop him.
The two guards chased him into an alley.
When they caught up with him, they noticed it was a dead end.
"Pagan, there's nowhere else left to go. Drop your knife." one of the guards said.
Pagan, a young man in a dirty white shirt with brown pants. Undid a buckle and a leather strap slid off his waist. Attached to the leather strap was a dagger and a coin pouch.
"Sal, goddess of the salty seas, deliver me from agents of Etor."
The guards chuckled, "Sal, will not help you escape justice." Just as the guard said Pagan started to shimmer. He smiled at them.
They lunged at him, but he disappeared before they could grab him.
"Curse you, Pagan!" one of the guards screamed sitting on the floor.
Miles away, Pagan appeared in the sea. He reached down his legs and pulled up his leather strap and fastened it tightly around his waist.
"It works every time," Pagan said as he swam to shore.
At the beach, an old man was picking up seashells.
"May the gods grace find you," Pagan said to the old man as he walked by.
"May it find you too my son," the old man replied.
Water dripped from his drenched clothes. He quickly stripped. Shivering he wrung the water from his clothes. He quickly put them back on as he breathed into his palms.
Wind crept through his clothes as he walked. He walked for almost an hour until he got to a shop.
A wooden sign hung above it, that read Star Pawn. Pagan entered, and there was no one at the counter.
"Star?" he called out as he slowly approached the counter.
"This is unusual," Pagan whispered to himself. A woman twice his size walked in. She tilted her head. Pagan looked in the direction and saw a white cloth hanging behind a couple of stacked boxes.
"Goddess Sal, deliver me to your abode," Pagan prayed and sigils painted on the walls lit up.
He turned to run but city guards blocked his path.
A man in a tabard with a symbol of a sun in front and a white cape draped behind him walked out from behind the boxes.
He sucked his teeth.
"Pagan, this is where your thievery ends," the knight said as he walked out.
Pagan turned, "Captain Krane!" he gasped.
"Whatever you think I did I'm innocent," Pagan said.
The Captain walked up to him a swung his hand back as hard as he could across Pagan's face.
His head snapped towards the impending direction. Pagan spat out thick bloody saliva that stuck to the ground.
"Take him away," Captain Krane ordered. Two guards grabbed an arm each.
"Wait!" Captain Krane yelled. The guards stopped and Krane walked to Pagan and yanked his pouch off his belt. The guards then dragged him away.
They threw him in a cell. From above he heard a crowd roar.