Ok, start over!!! I didn't like the way the story was going, and people
weren't reviewing, so I am starting a different story. Here it goes!!! Hope
you like it, and please, review!!!
Disclaimer!!!!! *Eerie music comes on and an uncanny voice starts speaking in rhythm to the music* 'All these characters that you recognize belong to the great, wonderful, magnificent, glorious Tamora Pierce!!!!! All the rest belong to the not - so - great, not - exactly wonderful, non - to glorious -'
The voice is cut off by a very angry author, me. "Dumb things, never trust anything that you can't completely control it yourself!"
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Robin Finn crept up to the castle. The clammy night air clung to her and made her uncomfortable. She knew well enough that it was very foolhardy to go there, after all, wasn't she the most-wanted person in the whole of Tortall? Of course, the king didn't know that right now the King of Thieves happened to be a girl, much less, a girl of just ten years of age, or around there, thereabouts, for she never really knew her age - no thief did.
Robin cursed Stephan under her breath. Why had he wanted her to come all the way up to the castle? As if she wasn't busy enough as it was!
Robin looked, indeed, a lot like the Lioness, although neither of them knew that. (I doubt they even knew of each other) Robin was short for her age, with a stocky, strong build, had copper hair, a temper as fiery as her hair, and violet eyes. Nobody ever mentioned her eyes in front of her and went away without at least one black eye. It was bad enough being a redhead, but with violet eyes, it made it really hard to be a thief. There was no way Robin could melt casually into crowds without giving it much thought.
Finally she reached a secret tunnel, built by the first King of Thieves to give thieves an easy way in and out of the castle. Robin flung open the trap door, cursing as it bounced off her leg and clanged back down.
"Who's there?" a voice called through the night air. Robin jumped up a tree and hid there in the branches, watching.
A man came round. He looked about, saw nothing, and went back to his post, muttering about ghosts. Grinning evilly, Robin climbed down from her tree, quickly and quietly opened the trap door, and jumped to the ground below, letting the door swing silently closed behind her. As she landed cat- like, Robin looked around. The tunnel was still in tact and would be safe to use. She scuttled up the narrow passage way as soundlessly as she could.
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Disclaimer!!!!! *Eerie music comes on and an uncanny voice starts speaking in rhythm to the music* 'All these characters that you recognize belong to the great, wonderful, magnificent, glorious Tamora Pierce!!!!! All the rest belong to the not - so - great, not - exactly wonderful, non - to glorious -'
The voice is cut off by a very angry author, me. "Dumb things, never trust anything that you can't completely control it yourself!"
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Robin Finn crept up to the castle. The clammy night air clung to her and made her uncomfortable. She knew well enough that it was very foolhardy to go there, after all, wasn't she the most-wanted person in the whole of Tortall? Of course, the king didn't know that right now the King of Thieves happened to be a girl, much less, a girl of just ten years of age, or around there, thereabouts, for she never really knew her age - no thief did.
Robin cursed Stephan under her breath. Why had he wanted her to come all the way up to the castle? As if she wasn't busy enough as it was!
Robin looked, indeed, a lot like the Lioness, although neither of them knew that. (I doubt they even knew of each other) Robin was short for her age, with a stocky, strong build, had copper hair, a temper as fiery as her hair, and violet eyes. Nobody ever mentioned her eyes in front of her and went away without at least one black eye. It was bad enough being a redhead, but with violet eyes, it made it really hard to be a thief. There was no way Robin could melt casually into crowds without giving it much thought.
Finally she reached a secret tunnel, built by the first King of Thieves to give thieves an easy way in and out of the castle. Robin flung open the trap door, cursing as it bounced off her leg and clanged back down.
"Who's there?" a voice called through the night air. Robin jumped up a tree and hid there in the branches, watching.
A man came round. He looked about, saw nothing, and went back to his post, muttering about ghosts. Grinning evilly, Robin climbed down from her tree, quickly and quietly opened the trap door, and jumped to the ground below, letting the door swing silently closed behind her. As she landed cat- like, Robin looked around. The tunnel was still in tact and would be safe to use. She scuttled up the narrow passage way as soundlessly as she could.
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