3 Fugitive

As he neared the end of the alley, the sun's brightness intensified. If one were to stare with the naked eye, they would become blind in a matter of seconds. As such, Michael shut his eyes tight and rammed past the edge of the alley. In the blink of an eye, a large clattering sound could be heard down the street.

"Watch where you are going!" A guard spoke with a disgusted look on his face as he shoved Michael down to the floor. He could only stare blankly at the guard.

"Are you trying to defy the law?" The guard took Michael straight into panic, but after a second, he managed to calm himself down. "I would not dare to do so." Michael tried to avoid the guard as much as possible, but it did not seem to work.

"INCREDIBLE, this peasant knows his place, but I still need to teach you a lesson so this does not happen again." Once he finished speaking, his fist smashed into Michael's stomach. "ugh" all of Michael's air was driven out of his body by the force of the punch. The guard moved his fist away and Michael fell onto the floor. "HAH", the guard laughed as he walked away.

All Michael could do was hug his stomach as he tried to catch his breath. After a while of struggling, he managed to raise himself off the floor by leaning on the wall. While leaning, he managed to walk through many empty streets.

As he entered another alley, lots of clattering boots could be heard running past the alley. "Phew", a sigh of relief flowed out of his mouth. "That was way too close", Michael spoke to himself with a weak and struggling voice. He pressed his back against the wall and slid down into a sitting position with his legs extended across the floor. "Wooosh", the wind could be heard blowing across. As it stopped, a paper came gliding into the alley until it land next to his leg. It was a wanted flyer with the image of him and a reward. "So they are already looking for me."

As he stood up, a guard took a turn into the alley and spotted him. "STOP, do not move," the guard had blurted as soon a he recognized him. Michael slowly stood up slowly so he would not seem hostile.

The moment the guard took a step forward, Michael did and immediate 180 and began to run away. The guard, while still surprised, yelled, "STOP RIGHT THERE!" After the guard had recovered, he started chasing madly after Michael.

Although Michael had a head start, the guard had already caught up. As they neared the end of the alley, a wagon blocked the path. Just before he crashed into it, Michael slid below it and made it to the other side. The moment he turned to see if the guard was behind him, the entire wagon flipped over to the side with the guard half way in. Although the sight was hilarious, Michael did not want to stay any further, especially since he attracted an endless amount of gazes. He turned around once more and began to run away. "STOP HIM", the guard yelled, but everyone ignored him because of the pitiful sight he was currently displaying.

Michael ran until he was sure he had lost the guard. As he stood to catch his breath, another slowly paced clanging could be heard. Michael raised his head to see a tall burly man clad in metal armor and a great sword strapped to his back.

As Michael began to turn around and run, a loud "fwooosh" could be heard with a strong gust of wind that forced Michael to use his arms and guard himself. Once the wind stopped, Michael lowered his arms, which were blocking his eye sight, to see the burly man with his sword drawn and aimed at his neck.

"Do not try to run kiddo." The burly man gave off a terrifying feeling that frightened him every time he spoke. Michael's knees were becoming weak as every second passed. Since he saw his parents perish, he has not felt such fear until now. The burly man lowered his sword and spoke, "I am commander Alfredo. If you shall not fight then I will be taking you into custody even if I have to break all of your limbs." The words alone were enough to send a shiver down Michael's spine.

Michael turned around and ran in the opposite direction. A loud "fwooosh" could be heard and a green glow could be seen. The commander stop beside Michael and swung the side of his great sword. Before Michael had time to react, his body was slammed by the sword which caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood and crash into one of the buildings. This one heavy blow had already drained all of Michael's strength to resist. "Not much huh", the commander spoke in a disappointed voice-a familiar voice-one that reminded him of the cloaked man that lent him a helping hand.

A surge of power coursed throughout his entire body. He stood up like the hit he had taken was nothing. "Trying to be tough now", the commander spoke as he leaped through the air swinging his sword. Just as he entered within one meter of Michael, a dark barrier revolved around him which deflected the sword without a single rippled being caused. Before the commander was able to recover, a golden light engulfed Michael which was rapidly healing his body and removing any scars that had been inflicted over the years.

He appeared like a god descending from heaven.