SECRETS

     Slipping the murder knife into Glandiala's pocket, I blended into the crowd and watched as she went on her way. A guard, noticing the bloody knife dangling from her belt, nudged his friend and pointed it out. After a brief conversation, one of them sprang into action, stepping in front of her.

I was in the bustling street of Megino, near a two-story tavern. The area was always crowded due to the cheap prices of the shops and stalls on every corner. The sun was still shining, its heat disgustingly hot.

"Halt!" the guard yelled. "Don't reach for any weapon or cast spells. You're under arrest!"

"What?" Glandiala said, bewildered. "For what?"

"For murder, what else, you twat!" He grabbed her arms and started marching her forward. "Come with me!"

"No! You're making a mistake, sir. No!"