Kitten
Street urchin rang out as a small thin child dressed in tattered rags runs down the street clutching a loaf of bread. Turning a corner she runs into a dead end blocked by a wall. Trembling in fear tears stream down her dirt smudged face as a large man comes toward her. She falls to her knees and cries out, “sir please don't hurt me I only took the bread cuz I haven't eaten in three says” her eyes red and nose sniffling as she holds out the bread for the man to take. Snatching the loaf from her her small hands the large looks down at her,”you little worthless rat” yelling as he spat on her. “I hate your kind, you just take and take and do nothing good for anyone, your out here stealing my bread because nobody wants you not even your own parents, well I will teach you a lesson they should have.” He quickly pulls out a long leather strap,”I am gonna give you a flogging like you have never had.” he raises the strap and swings down on her with it, it whistled as it cut through the air. The small girl covered her head and started crying uncontrollably, “no don't hurt me.” As she tensed up and waited for the impact there was none. A young baritone voice echoed out, “Now mister you have your bread back now leave her alone before I use that piece of leather on you.
She peeked out between her fingers and saw a young nice dressed boy with auburn hair holding the strap in one hand and a small dagger to the mans throat. A sigh of relief fell over her and the sight of the young boy gave her a feeling inside she had not felt before.
The man took his bread and fled off, the young boy knelt down and took the girls hand,”come on its okay I won't hurt you,I am Latham whats your name?” the girl nervously took his hand and got to her feet, tears still flowing from her eyes she grabbed him around the waist squeezing him tight,”thank you..thank you...I only took the bread cuz I was hungry, I wasn't trying to pick his pocket or anything...thank you for saving me” she sniffle and the tears stopped and she finally released her grip on Latham. “ I have no name anymore I lost my name when I was left behind in this town.” Latham looked at the thin dirty little girl and he felt compassion for her, “well I will call you kitten and you will come with me to meet my master, I am sure he will feed you and we have a bath where you can clean up some.” he grabbed her hand and lead her to meet his master, William Condle. A few years passed Latham now 20 and Kitten 16. Latham was a noble gentleman and Kitten a rambunctious young lady now they traveled together earning a living.
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