A hand appeared from the top of the green-dyed tarp of the fruit shop as copper pieces were passed. It grabbed a blood red apple and pulled it up to the top.

Drax held the apple in his hand and studied it for a moment. This was the only thing he had to eat in three days. He was going to savor it.

The boy jumped as a guard shouted at him and he sprang yo the cathedral wall. He began to climb up and it was relatively easy to scale due to the imprints and details. He now heard multiple guards pursuing him from below. He pulled himself up and around the tall, white walls of the cathedral and he leaped to a roof nearby.

His foot just barley reached the straw roof and slid off. He tumbled down head over heels, and through the spinning, realized that it was the roof of the guards barracks.

"Chak" he thought to himself. His mother used to use ancient curse words when she made a mistake. He thought this was an appropriate time since there was no way he was getting out of this one.

Drax scrambled to the end of the alley and was met with a sight no one would wish to see. Three tall men stood before him with the unmistakable armour of imperials. The guard in the middle stepped forward and whispered something in his ear, " Your father can't save you now, Drax!" He spat the name as if it was a disgusting taste.

He hated this guard. His name was Danté and Drax had been in many tough situations with him. He hated the mention of his father even more. Drax stood up, hung his head low for a second. Danté opened his mouth to speak again, and was met with Drax's fist.

The two guards on either side grabbed Drax's shoulders and lifted him in the air. He was much thinner and lighter than them so they did this with ease. Danté motioned for the guards to follow him. The guards nodded and walked behind him while Drax tried to break free. The guards only tightened their grip around his shoulders.

He winced as they made their way through brightly clothed humans, elves and dwarves. Drax was put down and Danté took the apple from his pocket.

People gathered around them in curiosity to see what was happening. Drax spotted two dwarves; one had a peculiar staff while the other just laughed. He glared at the dwarf and turned the the guards. Danté laughed, made a full arc with his arm, and knocked Drax to the ground.