Prologue
The bright sun shone down on Camelot as people constantly moved throughout the city. Children ran about playing with their friends, servants hurriedly worked through lists of chores and guards walked about, occasionally stopping to stare at young women or make fun of some of the servants. A noblewoman suddenly started to scream.
"Help! Thief! Stop him! He took my purse!"
She pointed in the direction of the alleyway the thief had run to and a small group of guards took up chase. As they turned into the alley they briefly caught sight of a young man holding a purse full of coins in a grimy hand.
"Stop and hand over the purse," one of the guards yelled. The boy turned to them and grinned goofily before running round another corner, the guards following closely. This street turned out to be a dead end the boy skidded to a stop.
A guard laughed. "Might as well give up," he said, "You're cornered."
The boy turned towards the guards and then ran in at them at full speed. The guards pulled out their weapons and prepared themselves for a fight when the boy fell backwards and skidded under their legs. By the time the guards turned he was already up and running again.
He turned another corner and the guards followed. They stopped and looked around in confusion.
"Did you see which way he went?"
"No, I didn't."
"Neither did I."
"This is ridiculous, people don't just disappear!"
The guards walked off, their good moods ruined as they searched for the thief. Half an hour later and still no sign of him, the guards were hot and sweaty and wanted nothing more than a nice cold drink.
"You lot! Did you find the thief?" The guards turned to see Prince Arthur storming towards them.
One of the guards, Tristan, stepped forward. "No sir, not yet."
Arthur noticed the look on Tristan's face. He scowled. "What is it?" he demanded. "What aren't you telling me?" He glared at Tristan till the guard looked down to his feet and sighed.
"It was…" Tristan paused for a moment, than continued. "It was him."
"Again?!" the prince yelled. Tristan and the other guards nodded. "Double your efforts!" Arthur snapped. "If he escapes again the king will have one of your heads."
The guards visibly paled and all thoughts of a break vanished from their minds.
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Arthur stomped into his room and threw himself onto his bed, groaning loudly. A couple of weeks ago a string of robberies had started, all caused by one young man. Arthur had never seen the thief himself but he had heard that the thief was only a young lad with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He was said to be pale and rather thin. Arthur had even heard a few women call the thief cute.
Every time the thief was chased by guards he always managed to mysteriously disappear, causing rumors that the thief was a sorcerer who used magic to get away with all his daring robberies. Due to this King Uther had been in a horrible mood lately. Unfortunately for Arthur, the King always seemed to take his anger out on him.
Arthur punched his pillow viciously. If he ever caught that criminal he'd take pleasure in watching his head removed from his shoulders.
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