TITLE: The Nano-magic Adept
GENRE: Science Fiction/Fantasy
The idea was to stun them before the ruffians did something stupid. But, the local rojammers were always doing something stupid.
Gella slipped past the people running through the cobblestone square and moved close to the ale house column, peering around the corner. Three rojammers were in view. A smile came to her face as she surveyed the scene. No large gang today.
A small man in herders leathers lay on the ground. Blood dripped from his mouth onto the lamb cradled in his arms. Blood stained his clothes.
The rojammers were always bullying the bumpkins passing through the city. You would think with all that magical talent they would find something useful to do. Rojammers and all adepts were kids too really. But it was the young who could work magic. It was up to the Archons to protect the elders who could no longer work in magic.
Two of the gang stood over the man. They glanced around, knowing time was short before either the watch or an Archon would happen by.
"You must pay the fine for drinking." The bigger rojammer bellowed, and he cast a quick look at the lamb.
"If you're lucky", The other rojammer, probably the youngest, his voice soothing, like the smoothest Capona wine.
"Give the lamb... and we forget it."
That would be Carn, rumor has it he is powerful in magic, thought Gella.
Gella tapped her Archon neck amulet. The amulet hummed and a chime sounded in her head.