The White Ranger (Chapter Two)

Chapter 2
The moment the guards intruded into his paradise he was on edge. When he heard that they were going to arrest Dmitri, he was blown into his own mind so he could try to understand what was happening. After that it was instinct.
He sprinted down the empty grey streets of Celadon listening as the guards’ voices faded into the distance; it was more likely they would grow wings and fly then outrun him. He knew every single stone that made Celadon like the back of his hand; he put that knowledge to good use every time he got into a situation like this. He only wished he wouldn’t have forgotten his hat back at the Silver Arrow. Without it his deep brown hair was wild and spiky.
Zeke was starting to slow down and think about how abnormally silent this afternoon was when he heard yelling. He quickly pressed himself against the closest building and slowly crept towards the noise. He peeked out from behind the building, his eyes narrowed at what he saw in the town square.
“Unless you come up with the tax tonight,” the guard paused. His predatory grin was even visible to Zeke who was staring at the back of his head. “You’re going to spend the night with us in jail.”
The ring of guards around the young lady started to laugh. Zeke could see her shivering and rage filled his mind. She reminded him too much of him as a kid, scared and cold with the guards laughing in your face.
Zeke left the safety of the cool stone wall and strode towards the center of the square. The guards were still threatening the trembling woman. Zeke reached down and gathered a ball of snow in his hands. As he tightly packed it he wished he had gloves, he would have to go acquire some later. Zeke yelled “What are the kings’ dogs doing today.” As the guard who had threatened the lady early turned towards him, he launched the snowball square into his face. The guard fell back into the snow. The three guards who weren’t on the ground scrambled towards him; he turned around and started running for what might as well have been his life.
The distance between him and the guards was slowly becoming more apparent. At that moment he was very glad he was wearing his second skin of leather. Sadly, it didn’t cover his arms. H When he thought they were a good twenty steps away from him he turned sharply onto the next street almost sliding into a wall. Just ten or so steps in front of him was a well. He sprinted towards it and was starting to second guess his idea when he slid to the edge of the well, with his momentum behind him he fell over the small stone barrier into the well. He clung to the frost covered edge of the well with all his might, knowing that if he let go the darkness of the well inside would engulf him.
He waited until the crunching of snow was in the distance. He gingerly pulled himself out of the well and looked around; He smiled as he realized he was alone with the falling snow to keep him company. He wondered why they didn’t follow his trail though. He shrugged and jogged back towards the young lady.
As he walked into the square, he saw her huddled where he had left her. When he ran over towards her he noticed the still unconscious body of the guard. His comrades would be back soon enough to collect him, after they had given up on chasing him. Zeke briefly stopped to grab the less than honorable guard’s gloves and slid them into his pockets before he closed the distance between him and the silently crying woman.
“Um Miss?” Zeke said while watching the direction the guards had ran.
“I don’t have any money!” the rather distressed woman said into her arms.
Zeke tapped her lightly on her shoulders and offered her his hand. “I’m sorry to rush you but the guards will be back shortly”
“There’s no hope of escape,” she said lifting her head up to wipe her red nose. “They know where I live and will be even crueler if I run now.”
“Well then come with me,” Zeke said with a friendly smile offering his hand to her a second time.
She got up on her own, ignoring his hand and looked at him and his weird leather outfit with clear suspicion in her emerald green eyes.
Zeke walked a step closer to her; she was most likely around twenty, only one or two years his junior. He lifted his ungloved hands to her face and brushed away her frozen tears.
She then slapped him across the face and glared at him angrily as her cheeks grew red. He wasn’t sure if it was his hands being that cold or if she was actually blushing. He was going to just ask her when he heard the jingling of chain mail he turned around and saw the guards returning to the square. They both shared a brief glance of fear before he grabbed her hand and started dragging her away.