Darian packed up a little gold, bread, and water and jumped out the window. He walked without looking back. There was sorrow in his heart, but he felt this was the right choice. He felt guilty for the death of his family, and Alfred’s blood would not fall on his hands too.
Darian kept walking on the road until he saw a chariot passing. He waved his arms and the chariot stopped. "I need a ride," he said.
"Where can a little boy like you be going alone?" the man mocked. He was a fat man in a big hat with tiny feet.
"I have a gold coin. I will give that to you," Darian said.
The man took another look at Darian. He assessed him from head to toe. "Where are you going?"
"I want to go to the West border lands," Darian said.
"That will cost you five gold coins," the man said.
Darian frowned
