Narthreatletter

//Here's some story progression no one asked for.Nar had noticed the unusual activity in Ponyville not long ago. Usually when the sun went down the town went quiet. That wasn't the case tonight. Gods if he had just went with his gut, and ran then. The light of the moon gave Nar just enough light to allow him to not smack into the trees ahead of him. His hooves crunch leaves, and snap twigs, and branches as he dashes through the woods around his shack. Off in the distance he hears voices. A search party. And they're not here to rescue him. He's tired. So tired. He'd worked hard all day to cultivate his garden, and gather supplies, and he was so tired. There wouldn't be any time to rest now though. He could turn back, and fight. Then likely die the second a Centurion showed up. He could turn himself in, and be resigned to execution back in Ysgrim. Or he could run, and hope everything worked out. Nar chose the third option. He was still quite young, and there was so much he'd yet to do. He wanted to experience more of life before it was taken from him. So the wanted criminal ran through the woods. He had no end point in mind. Just get as far from the Justiciar as he could. Run until they stopped following, or until he could run no more.