Book 2 Chapter Five: Jail Break

FIVE

“Do we have to bring the others? I don’t think they bring anything of value to our lessons,” Jerry whined. He looked back and forth as they reached the edge of the walls on the far side of the village. As far away as Roan could get from the gate and mayor’s office.

“I’m paying them for their time, they can all come,” Roan snapped as he waited for an alarm to be raised. There was no way they were going to pull this off with Jerry complaining so loudly. The other three rabbit-kin seemed interested in the way someone might grow interested staring at a weird bug. None had complained when Roan had told them he’d pay them to follow him and not have to teach him.

Terry watched his brother with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Neither Roan or Jerry had brought up Hana being at Village 3. Terry just did it for the love of the credits that Roan had deposited in his bank account.

“What do you guys need money for anyway?” Roan asked, trying to distract them.

“Hmmm? Oh, credits earned by teaching crawlers can be exchanged for contribution points in the tower. I’ll use the points to access more advanced learning methods,” Jerry said.

“Interesting. You can jump over the wall, right?” Roan said as they stopped at the base of the twelve foot wall. Bits of stone had been broken off, violent remnants of last night’s fight.

“Any kit could jump these walls,” Jerry said and the other three snorted and laughed to each other. Roan held back a flare of frustration as he wanted them to shut-up and be quiet, but he kept his temper in check. Any of these tutors could squash him like a bug if he stepped out of bounds. What the bounds were, he didn’t fully know.

“Alright, you can leave the village right?

“As long as we’re being paid or if the village is destroyed then we are free,” Jerry confirmed.

“Shit. Four thousand an hour and then through the night? Three hours till night is twelve thousand by itself. I don’t have the funds for this.” Roan winced as he looked at his rapidly depleting bank account. Between the entrance fee and paying all four of them he was down seven thousand.

CURRENT BALANCE

35,831

“Once it’s night though, when the fighting starts, do you need to keep being paid to stay at the other village?” Roan asked.

“Once night sets we’re technically supposed to stay in a secured room,” Terry chimed in. He and the other three rabbit-kin had inched closer, to the point that Roan could smell their shampoo.

“Any secured room?” Roan asked.

“Yes. I understand why you wish for us to leave, as I would not wish to pay these brutes either, but what’s in it for us? I am comfortable here,” Terry asked.

“Don’t,” Jerry started to plead, but Roan cut him off and answered honestly.

“Ved Buul-Hana is the mayor of Village 3,” Roan said. All three of them froze. Roan blinked slowly as six eyes bored through him like lasers.

“I think they stopped breathing. Hana must be way more important than I thought.”

“What are we doing then,” Terry said, snapping free of his stupor. The rabbit-kin moved in a blur, a lean arm wrapping around Roan’s torso and then the world became a blur as his stomach was left behind. Rabbit-kin were natural jumpers. They cleared the twelve foot wall with ease and flew toward the forest in a single bound.

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Behind them a horn blew and shouts could be heard. Roan blinked as the trees flew past him, nothing more than a stream of brown and green as Terry raced through the woods. The inertia pressed against Roan’s sternum and he felt his stomach begin to revolt.