GoldMary3: Sigh. I do not own The Thief Lord characters, Cornelia Funke owns them. I only own Aphrodite because I made her up. But I do not own her name because it is a Greek Goddess name. Yada yada yada. Blah blah blah.
There's a Treasure other than Riches
"I'm home!" called Aphrodite from the doorway. The door itself stood at least three times the size of the pale 14-year-old standing in front of it. Not to mention the doorway.
Both the door and the doorway were made of solid oak and had peculiar designs and carvings here and there. The same with the walls of the living room, the dining room, and the first hallway.
"Honey!" said her mother, Athena, as she embraced the young girl with her strong arms. "How was your day at school?"
"Fine. As always." grumbled Aphrodite as she pushed away from her mothers friendly hug. She expertly avoided another one and made her way to the staircase.
"Where are you going?" asked her mother, half stunned that her daughter would pull away from her like that.
Aphrodite spun around and looked her mother in the eye. "Upstairs. I'm working on something." There was a hint of annoyance in her usually calm voice, and Athena guessed that it was because of her and her questions, keeping Aphrodite from going up.
"Well, at least take that coat off." she said, looking up and down the long, light brown over coat.
Aphrodite blinked, obviously she had been spaced out and didn't have a clue about what her own mother was saying.
"Oh. Oh. Right." she finally said. "Sorry, I don't have the time." With that, she ran up the stairs, her shoes pat-patting behind her. After a couple of seconds, she heard Aphrodite's bedroom door shut.
Moments later, her father came in to find his wife, standing on the marble floor of the first hallway, still shocked-her-own-little-baby-girl-would-act-this-way. He followed her gaze up to his young daughters bedroom door.
"We never should have let her sign up for FanFiction, huh?" he asked.
"No." Athena replied. "We never should have."
Aphrodite's Room
Aphrodite hummed to herself as she started writing yet another Thief Lord story for FanFiction on Word. This has ought to be my best story yet, She thought to herself.
A girl walked down an alleyway. Her name was Emerald, though her name did not match the way she looked. She had chocolate brown hair that only went down to a little past her shoulders. The color of her eyes matched her hair.
Perfect. She liked to put a little of herself into her own characters. Aphrodite did have chocolate colored hair and eyes. But her hair went down to her elbows. "Oh well." she murmured. "She cant be just like me."
Some considered Emerald pretty, others did not. She personally considered herself in the middle.
Good, good, good.
A slight breeze blew, making Emerald smile. The full moon shone in the canal, making her smile widen. Emerald sat up against a wall, facing the canal. Emerald suddenly felt extremely tired. She yawned and her eyes involuntarily closed. "Only a slight nap wont hurt" she whispered, before dozing off.
Emerald woke with a start. Voices? At this time of night? Surely not. But sure enough, there were voices. Male voices.
"I told you! There was a girl!" shouted a harsh voice. They couldn't be too far away. She could hear them clearly. "Over there! She was sleeping!"
Oh god. A girl? She was sleeping? That could only mean one thing, at least one of them had found her.
"Where was she!?" another demanded. This one sounded like he was used to giving orders and them not being disobeyed. "Speak!" Emerald heard the sound of a slap.
"I told you! Over there!"
"Shit." Emerald swore. She got up as quietly as she could and started running.
Emeralds heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Any faster and it'll pop right out of my body, she thought. Though which it was from she didn't know. The people, or running.
She could still hear the shouts of the men as she jumped over a fallen trash can.
Another left turn and Ill be gone! Thank God! Emerald sped up, close to making her escape.
Suddenly, a figure dressed in black ran right out in front of her and unfortunately, Emerald didn't have time to stop and both fell to the ground.
The last thing she remembered seeing was a boy lying next to her, and a black mask with a nose like a bird of prey.
Aphrodite read her story over again and nearly squealed with glee. This was the best story that she had ever written.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sudden dizziness came over her and she felt faint.
"Too much writing?" she said to herself with a laugh. "I should get a little bit of sleep."
Aphrodite made her way to the soft bed, falling asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
The computer hummed. She had left it on.
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