Prop-fragment UNEDITED SRC.Prosper pulled himself up onto his feet, peering over the wall of their veiled refuge. He bit down on his lip to keep himself contained. He saw the soldiers clad in their heavy equipment, their jaws all tight- merciless. Moments before, he had watched them march into the market place- stiff and strictly in command. He had watched with his younger brother, Aren, close at his side, as the entire market, which had been buzzing with life and energy, became deathly still. Every ones focus was analogous and not a single word was uttered as they advanced in. Struck still with trepidation and the inevitability of the situation no one had been able to think clearly and hide while they had the chance. He now huddled in the entrance of an old underground pathway that lead deep down into the lowest levels of the city, where no life dwelled. He rose up onto his toes to peek over into the deserted market.