The young man jumped from roof-to-roof. His steps were light like feather, barely touching the roof tiles. Each jump followed by dripping blood, the sun's light dawned upon his figure.
His left arm holding onto his pierced right shoulder.
Below him were people watching him as he moved from roof-to-roof, steps silent but not hidden. His own desperate breaths for oxygen was all he could hear.
A voice boomed throughout the Kingdom—accompanied by a deep, steady and commanding voice.
[This is the Royal Commander of the Valoria Knighthood.]
His eyes widened and his lips quivered; Words that permeated fear by the next following words.
[By the Kings decree. Starting now, we hereby enact a national bounty, anyone who catches him will be given a reward by the King himself.]
[Bring him alive.]
The streets roared. All focused and pursuing the young individual.
He looked around, a mob who hunted him for the promised royal reward was all he could see.
They unsheathed their weapons and pulled back their bows.
The young man had no other choice but to keep moving forward dodging attacks from all angles as the hungry and greedy crowd took pursuit. He could not shake his pursuers as he kept leaping through the sky.
From another's perspective he was nothing but a glitching blur in the skyline, leaving behind streaks of light in his wake the mob would follow.
The young man stopped thinking and concentrated on circumventing from his circumstances. He gritted his teeth and his face scrunched in frustration.
Asking himself repeatedly—"Why...Why...WHY!?"