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@j-a-penrose Here’s mine. I don’t often write in first person, so any pointers on that would be great 🙂

I glanced over my shoulder at the icy courtyard, my fingers catching on the holes in my hood as I tugged it over my ears. Were they frostbitten yet? They certainly felt like it.

Clenching my teeth, I forced my fingers to grasp the key in my pocket, gasping when it slipped through a hole in the corner. Desperately I lunged for it, but my hand was too stiff with cold. It closed on empty air and the key clattered on the cobblestones. I flinched. A shadowed figure stepped out from behind a pillar.

“I suppose you think you’re very clever,” Maldir announced. “But you still make a horrible thief.”

Great. A tingling pain assaulted my fingertips as I gripped the lock until my knuckles turned from red to white. “I’m not a-” Well, technically I was. “Call me what you like,” I muttered, brushing a chunk of dark hair out of my eyes and shoving my frozen hands inside my coat. “I could think of worse names for you.”

“I suppose you could.” Maldir’s capes swished as he stepped forward, his eyes glittering like a hawk’s. Although, in size comparison, I felt more like the hawk. “But at least everone knows whose side I’m on. You’re a double traitor, Scratch. A double dissapointment. I’d like to scratch you off my memory.”

I growled under my breath. His lips were still twisted into that snarly snooty smile, but now they held more of a sneer. “I’m just trying to get back what I brought here.” I glanced at the key, wondering if I could convince him to let me take the documents to the headquarters myself.

Maldir stomped on it with his shiny boot. “You betrayed a traitor, and now you expect me to betray the government by letting you betray us as well? I don’t think so.” He leaned forward and stuck his face in mine. I could feel the split ends of his wig scratching my forehead and smell his foul breath. I reeled. A bony gloved hand adorned with rings clenched my arm. “To the dungeon you go.”

“No! Please!” I cried. “Have mercy! I just wanted to feed my family!”

Maldir laughed, showing off all his perfect white teeth. “You just wanted to feed your pockets. We all know that your sweet little excuses are no more than a dragon tale.” His grip on my arm tightened, and he pulled me away with my numb feet dragging on the ground.