The scarf, miraculously untouched by the fire, flew back to him and neatly tied the ashen hair. The boy, whose eyes were once again blue, looked at his staff and wagged his finger at it as if he was scolding it. Then he bent down and held out his hand to help the old potter up.
“Aaah! A demon! A demon!” she screamed and backed away. “Go away!” she yelled. “Help! A demon!”
For a moment, the young man’s eyes were filled with sadness. But then he smiled again.
“Sorry about the village,” he said, straightened up and walked toward the gate.
Well, to what had once been a gate.
He needed to get as far away from this place as possible. The square will soon be filled with the imperial guards, adventurers, bounty hunters, and members of various guilds, united under the same banner ― to fin
