Chapter 5
    Wallace Tenien never really was very good at anything- at least not anything he knew about. He worked at a shoe shop. It was a very, VERY, boring career choice, but it was something. Something that kept him alive. Fed him. Gave him a home.
    Wallace sat on a little stool putting the sole on a snake skin- high heeled shoe for a lady down the street. He sighed and stopped for a minute, stretching his hand. He stood up and walked over to the next room. Sitting there was his boss, Isiah, sleeping soundly. His boss was a husky fellow with a scraggly, brown beard. He had curly, but messy, brown hair that had bits of polish and dirt in it from making shoes all day.
    "Wake up!" said Wallace quietly. Isiah snorted and turned a bit, but didn't wake.
    "Come on get up!" shouted Wallace. Isiah jumped, and he sat wide awake.
    "You dont have to yell boy!" said Isiah, stretching out. Wallace rolled his eyes. Even though Isiah was the closest he had to family, he was sometimes bugged Wallace tremendously.
    "Whatever," shrugged Wallace and he went over to his stool to continue his work. He didn't see Isiah, but he knew he was fuming behind him. Isiah was a hot head, but sometimes when he calmed down he was very friendly.
    But the only reason Wallace stayed, was Lizzie; the girl down the street from his home. She was the kindest girl Wallace had ever known, and she was his best friend. In fact, she was his ONLY friend. If she wasn't there, Wallace would have probably moved to the next town over where they had an opening for a Royal Ship Hand. He decided to visit her.
    Wallace shouted to Isiah that he was leaving. Isiah grunted to Wallace just left. He grabbed a light coat and put it on and pushed the heavy, wooden door open. He started down the cobblestone trail past the Library and Jail. When he was almost to the house he stopped for a minute to admire the setting sun. There was a pleasent breeze and he pulled out his telescope to watch the beautiful waves. He loved how the soft colors bounced off the rolling waves. He sighed. Suddenly a large, polished wood boat raised out over the horizen. It wasn't much of a surprise to Wallace as ships stopped at their port all the time on their way to Port Wallows.
    Wallace sighed again and stood up, and folded the telscope back up stuffing it his pocket. He kicked at a pebble then stuffed his hand into pocket heading off again to Lizzie's house. Suddenly a man popped out from behind a building and tackled Wallace.
    "Hey! Get off me!" yelled Wallace, shoving and kicking. The man overpowered him and straddling him he clamped his hand over Wallace's mouth. Wallace struggled, but the man's bored look told him he wasn't going to win anytime soon. As soon as Wallace stopped wiggling the man leaned in close.
    "Don't trust a man by the name of Sluechanate," the man whispered. His eyes darted around, then as quickly as he had come he scurried back behind the building. Wallace sprung up and dashed after the man. As soon as he reached where he thought the man had gone, no one was there.
    Wallace was so confused that he completely forgot about visiting Lizzie and just went home. When he got home, a small room in the back of the shoe shop, he crawled into bed muling over the events that had transpired.
    When Wallace awoke in the morning, he saw something that made him jump. Right outside him window was a huge spider! Wallace knew it was silly and irrational, but he just couldn't stand them! Their hairy abdomen, long legs, 8 eyes! It just freaked him out! He shivered thinking all o those little bristly feet were crawling all over his window! Oooh! He couldn't stand it!
    Wallace got up and stretched. He shuffled lazily over the the spider and swatted with a paper half-heartedly. He soon squished it then went out of the room into the shoe shop to throw it away.
    Walter hadn't even stepped out the door when he heard a swishing sound and a loud crack as something heavy hit his head. He barely even felt it, and the world just spun in his mind, twisting, distorting, and swirling with black. The world danced tauntingly in his mind, spinning, twirling, it laughed and mocked him until it died too. Then everything faded into the darkness, silent, black, empty, hollow.