The once busy and lively city streets are deserted as the cold night wind begins to blow. The wind kicks up any stray dirt or loose as Marcus appears from out of an alleyway. Compared to escaping the Coliseum,staying hidden on the streets would be a simple task. For someone who lived on the streets all of his life,this was nothing more than a giant playground to him. No one knew the secrets to staying hiding better then the orphans. Not even the guards who patrol the city would be able to find him now that he'd escape from their grasp. As Marcus silently draws closer to his destination,he can't help but reminisce about his hometown as he passes by closed down shops and vendor stands.
Some he and the orphans had raided,while others gave them meager gifts out of pity. Despite how the got their meals,if it wasn't for Helena they would have gone through their supplies in a matter of minutes. It was thanks to her careful planing and guidance that food lasted as long as it did. Marcus stops in his tracks at the thought of his sister. Was she alive ? Was she still a slave ? Was she still even in the city ?
Marcus pushes the thought from his mind as he focuses on he task at hand. Maybe....just maybe...the person who set him free...would be willing to trade for his sisters freedom as well. With a newfound determination,Marcus quickens his pace as the clock tower is in sight.
With a full moon high in the night sky,the clock tower emits an alluring glow as the moonbeams glisten off the midnight dew. Marcus quickly scans the area for any potential threats as he cautiously makes his approach. As he gets closer to the clock tower,the sound of an animal gnawing at a piece of meat fills the air as he continues his steady pace. There....sitting on the steps of the clock tower...is a Riga. Covered in a link of sausages,the Riga continues her meal as she either ignores the young gladiator or is still unaware of his presence.
"So then,I'm guessing your not the one who arranged this little get to together Huh ?" Marcus says as he slowly sits on the stone road.