The Princess of Thieves

 

“God , Loki did you have to go and kill that one? He wasn’t doing us any harm!” exclaimed Blythe, taking deep gulps of air as she ran, “He wasn’t even guarding the place! He was just standing there.”

“Blythe, you know that we can’t let anyone recognize our faces. Plus he was a watchman for the king. He would have reported us right away and then we would have had to lay low for days! Trust me it’s better this way.”

“Oh fine. I guess you’re right.”

Blythe could fell her lungs burning in her chest but she knew that they had to put enough distance between the house and themselves before they could rest. The bundle under her arm was starting to feel as heavy as lead. Still they ran on. Shooting down alleyways and ducking around corners till Loki finally held his hand up to signal a stop.  

Reading his ridged stance, Blythe quickly hunched down in the shadows of a nearby water barrel; her precious bundle clasped in her arms. Loki quickly did the same, crouching beside her in the alley. Still as stone, they stayed quiet as they heard hurried footsteps approaching from the street they had just ran down.

Blythe heard the steps slow to a stop a mere inches in front of their hiding spots. She was curious as to whom it was but she didn’t dare peek out to see. Instead she listened carefully to the person’s heavy breathing as they looked around and then continued running down the street. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief she carefully stood up and checked about her.

The street was quiet so she motioned to Loki and they both began walking quickly back the way they came. Only when they reached a tavern by the name of The Gold Coin, did Blythe and Loki relax.

Blythe made her way inside the rowdy tavern and she sidled up to the bar. The owner of the Gold Coin was a rather large man by the name of Bernie Kellan. He was a cheerful man with a balding head and kind face. He was also Blythe’s Secret Keeper.

With a nod to Bernie, Blythe and Loki made their way behind the bar and through the kitchen to the pantry beyond. With swift glances around for wandering eyes, Blythe reached for the rope handle on the floor and heaved up the heavy oak trap door. Ushering Loki through, she then scrambled down the ladder herself and cautiously shut the door again.

The descended into darkness and then rounded a corner into a brightly lit tunnel. Following the tunnel down its length they emerged in to an enormous cave-like room.

The room was brightly colored with banners and tapestries of all colors, shapes, and sizes, and lit with a dozen or so huge torches and a roaring fire at the end of the room. In the center of the room sat a long wooden table with benches for sitting running along each side. At the head of the table sat a huge throne like chair decorated in gold and red tones. Scattered about the room were various males and females talking loudly and drinking from tankards of ale. As soon as Blythe entered, all eyes were on her, and the room fell silent. Everyone was staring expectantly at Blythe, and she let loose a huge grin that brought a sparkle to her eyes and sent the room into cheers. She sauntered over to the throne-like chair and sat down, waiting for the others to grow calm again. She set her bundle on the table in front of her and was bombarded with a million questions at once.

“How did you get it?”

“Were there many guards”

“Is it true what they say about it? That it’s made of solid gold and sapphire encrusted?”

“Real sapphires?”

“Aye, I heard that from the tavern keeper over at the Blue Wind. ‘E said it was the most expensive item he had e’er heard talk of. But ‘e also said it was the most guarded. How’d you get it lass?” asked Logan.

Logan was one of Blythe’s best friends and an old Scottish sailor to boot. He could swear up a storm that would make your mother cry. He was also the best informer she had in her Court of Thieves.

“Why Logan” Blythe cried “They don’t call me the Princess of Thieves for nothing! They wouldn’t tell tales of my thievery to their children if my skills weren’t worth anything. They wouldn’t whisper of the Shadow Girl around every corner if I weren’t worth my spit, now would they?”

“Aye your right about that lass, ye are” laughed Logan “I only wanted to ‘ear of your tale, Oh Princess of Thieves. And of course see yer treasure.”

“Oh you be wanting to see my prize, are you” laughed Blythe “Well then here it is!”

With that she grabbed the corner of her bundle and with one smooth jerk, uncovered her prize.

Author's Note

i'm not really sure where to go with this. I came up with it one night when i was suppose to be writing my english essay =P so reiviews and comments would be greatly appreciated. =D

Reviews

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

Haha...I want to know what the item is???? I great story and I'm sure there's more to tell, a nice start, you captivate your reader nicly and it flows really well. I like the way you go on about the item only not to reveal what it is??? I hope you do a follow up to this piece. Great write.