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My second step backward smacked me right against into a third guard. He wrapped his arms around my chest, crushing my arms against my sides. Lord Griffin’s purse smacked painfully against my leg as struggled. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a hanging,” the guard in front of my said leaning against the wall. “I hope those pompous asses in the castle let us have this one.” “Maybe they’ll let us chop off his hands to decorate the front gate.” The guard holding me laughed, the vibrations made my teeth chatter. I decided that I didn’t want to find out if they were going to cut off my hands before or after they strung me up by my neck. The guard walked forward to bind my hands and I waited until the last moment to kick out. My heels …show more content…

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it. It is impossible, yet there she was doing something with the air to make us invisible. She didn’t look like a bloodthirsty barbarian, but then again she could look like anything. If you had that amount of magical power, why would you just be a seamstress? Something smacked right into my stomach. I screamed a little as I jumped back, ready to run from the guards. Instead, I was looked down at the little girl lamplighter, who looked terrified as she stared up at me. “Are you alright?” I asked, my voice high and reedy. The girl just nodded as she scrambled to her feet, ignoring the hand I stretched out to her. There was something weird about my fingers in the light. “Sorry, mister, for runnin’ into you. I wasn’t looking and…and…” She spoke so rapidly it took all my attention to figure out what she said. The whole speech was directed to her well-worn boots, but I could see the tears racing down her dirty face. “Are you hurt?” I knelt down so that I was level with her. She backed away quickly. “Clara!” The boy ran up and placed himself between me and the girl, brandishing the torch like a weapon. “I’m sorry for my sister, Sir. She’s just a little girl and all and didn’t mean nothing by it and-” “It’s fine,” I said holding up my hand to stop the apology. “Really? I mean…thank you sir.” The boy was clearly baffled. “I’m not a sir,” I said quickly when I realized they thought I was a

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