New story line. This time about... Zelnite! There not gonna be too much romance here, but some. This will be an ongoing series about Zelnite, the great thief. Thanks and Enjoy!
Prologue
Somewhere in La Veda. A lone boy was crying in the corner of a dirty orphanage wall, his red hair smeared with dirty brown, and he clutched a green cloak around him, also dirty. Once again, he was the only child who hadn't been picked to go to a new home. It happened every year, and he was tired of it. He had to steal to survive, the old orphanage empty except for him. He looked up, blue eyes filled with anger, clashing against the sadness about his face. If he was gonna steal, he would steal, steal for orphans like him, who were also rejected by the upper classes like him. He threw on the cloak, and charged upstairs, rummaging in an old bureau. He withdrew many pouches and threads, both green. He sewed them into, onto, around (and every other preposition) his cloak, than he left the orphanage. Time to steal.
Many years later...
The boy, now a handsome man, hurtled through the street square, green cloak billowing in the wind, laughing as he watched the police try to catch up. He leapt over a fence, and flipped through the air, landing perfectly on his feet. There, he had lost them. But one of the police, a young man, managed to do the same, though he stumbled. He laughed and ran on, losing the young policeman in the sharp turns of the alley. He grinned, than slammed into someone, sending them both crashing to the floor. He whirled, bronze daggers out. A young boy, also with little daggers, was looking at him squarely in the eye. "I...I will hurt you if you c-come near to me!" The boy threatened. The young man chuckled. "What's your name, boy?" He said, putting both daggers away. "Leon." Replied the boy, also hiding his daggers. "You remind me of me when I was a young boy, Leon." The man said. The man chucked him a bag full of golden coins, or Zel. The boy, who was emaciated, looked at the man, astonished. "It's you." Leon said. "Who?" Replied the man. "Your the one they call Zelnite." Zelnite grinned. "Ah, that I am. Nice meeting you, Leon." Zelnite ran off, leaving the boy to wonder in amazement. Zelnite ran out of town, on his way to Ishgria, land of the rich.
Zelnite arrived three days later. He explored the alleys and streets, memorizing it all, that way he could escape when he needed to. He saw many stores worthy of being robbed, many unsuspecting candidates, their pockets jingling with soon to be stolen zel. He kept a watchful blue eye everywhere, no harm in being ready. He bumped into a man, whose richly adorned hat fell off of his shining, over greased hair. "Sorry sir." Zelnite said, helping the man up. "No trouble lad, no trouble." The man said in a jolly voice. Zelnite walked briskly away, and heard from afar the man exclaim, "My zel! Thief! Thief!" The crowd instantly turned into a mob, each hoping to catch the thief himself. Zelnite laughed, oldest trick in the book. He raced through an alley and leapt off of a trash can, grabbing a flag pole and swinging up onto the roof. He watched as the crowd sped by. That was easy. He snorted. Ishgria was lame, it might've been rich, but there was no challenge. Time to head out again. This time, he was going to the Kingdom of Sama.
He arrived at Sama joyfully. This was the kingdom of fun, where dwell the brave Knights of the world. He "borrowed" some money from a man to pay for rent at an inn he found close to the castle in the center of Sama. Time for some late night fun. He stole into the night, heading towards the castle. He looked about as he got to the wall. Good, no soldiers. He withdrew his trusty daggers, and used them to climb stealthily up the wall. He vaulted over it, landing silently on the stone pavement. All was quiet. He snuck into the courtyard, hiding in the shadows of the buildings. He cursed under his breath, all these building looked exactly the same, how was he gonna find the treasury? Got to do it manually. He looked in each window, searching for piles of zel and precious gems. He didn't find any Zel, but he found one precious gem, who was sleeping in her bed. With hair blue as sapphires, she was the prettiest girl Zelnite had ever seen. She looked barely sixteen years old. He grinned and stepped inside. He searched through a closet, nothing but clothes. She woke, looking around. He froze, hiding in the darkness of the room. She looked around a little while, than lay back down, but didn't fall asleep. Zelnite stayed stock still for over an hour, and just as he was beginning to think he would be paralyzed from lack of movement, she fell back asleep. He tiptoed past, and she leapt out of bed and pinned him to the wall. "Who are you?" She hissed. He smiled, and bowed. Or at least tried. "I am thief Zelnite, your lady." She glared at him. "A thief, huh? How'd you get in?" Zelnite smiled brightly, "I can assure you it wasn't hard. Now, if you'll excuse me, there are places to go, orphans to help." He shot forwar and kissed her, making her recoil. He instantly vanished out the window. She stared after him, dreamy expression on her face. Zelnite whisked off and located the treasury, stealing many riches and gems. "This'll do great good in the orphanages." He chuckled. "I can't really let you just leave with those." The blue haired girl said suddenly, leaning against the wall, sword in hand. He grinned. "Of course, otherwise you would be a bad excuse of a princess." Her stare hardened. "I'm a trained to deal with thieves like you." Zelnite flashed his white teeth. "Than by all means, try to stop me. But when I win, I surely must take these for the poor orphans." She glanced at him. "For the orphans? Not for you?" He nodded. "Orphans need these riches way more than you rich folk of the world, though I keep a trinket here and there, for living expenses only." She shrugged. "I'm afraid you'll have to steal somewhere else." He grinned. "But of course." She swiped at him with her sword, but he back flipped and smacked her with a bag full of Zel. She stumbled, but quickly regained her composure. She feinted for his legs, than with a quick flick of her wrist slashed at his face. He easily blocked both attacks and smashed his bag into her head, knocking her out. He stole a quick kiss, than departed, leaving in the leftover riches his mark. He had rearranged the pile to read in sparkling letters, 'Property of Zelnite.' He crossed the country's border as the sun rose, and quickly he went into the forest.
To be continued...