Chapter Two

A few miles off of the coast of Sorche was a small island, still within the city's solemn limits. A simple tin boat could carry four, maybe five at the most. I knew that I had to make it there before the sun started to rise and to do that, I quickened my step, way past any comfortable pace. Making it out without a scratch, that success wouldn't compare to most of my desires. The walking was interminable and my pulse was more and more becoming to the steps that I took. Within 40 minutes I had walked three miles to where the Toady's made post. They're gates were so calming but a tiny sliver of the sun could be seen over the skyline and I knew that the last boat would be docking just now. Luckily there were only three Toady's and I was one of the very few Sorchans left. They challenged the gates structure by staying so late. But, they knew that I would be coming. Toady's were always loyal to the Sorchans. (working progress)