"Teacher, why have we come here?" The young boy asked as he walked through the decorated streets of the capital.
His teacher quickly pushed through the crowd to an unknown location. He had a place to reach, and he must get there on time. The boy named Derrick, his pupil, followed him with unanswered questions. He looked at his teacher's green coat which was easy to spot from any distance.
Victor took a sudden right and disappeared. By the time Derrick reached there he found him holding out a sword protecting a lady from a weak beggar.
"I will kill you." The beggar yelled with a small knife in her hand. "You ruined me."
The blond fluttering hair of the lady, Sir Victor was protecting was easy to recognize when he saw the color of her pupils. Crimson!
Eleanore Sinclair.
