My first Thief Lord story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
The thirteen year old runaway was heading in the city of Venice, Italy. She had been told stories about this magical city all her life, and she knew she would get to see this so called magical place.
"Looks just like water and buildings if you ask me." She whipered putting on her black cat like mask on.
"That's because you are on the wrong side of the city, girl." She heard a voice. It was not older than her but it was deeper. A boy.
She turned to where the voice was but there was no one there."Who are you?"
He laughed."I am the Thief Lord."
"The Thief Lord? The Thief of what? Do tell."
"You talk like an adult yet you look so young."
"By the sound of your voice, I'd say the same thing."
"Clever girl you are."
"Show yourself."
Then a boy with raven black hair tied up in a pony tail, and dark cloaks stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing a mask, like the ones from the black plauge.
She narrowed her eyes,"Why do you wear a mask?"
"Why do you?"
She was loosing her temper."I believe I ask first."
"I believe there is a saying, Ladies first."
"Im a girl, not a lady." She hissed.
"My pardons girl. I wear the mask to hide my identity to my enemies."
"I'm consindered an enemy, now am I?"
He shook his head,"I said no such thing."
"Well then, Scipio, why don't you take that mask off." She smirked.
His eyes widdened beneath the mask."H-How did you-?"
"I know many things. Some others don't wish for me to know. For example I know you are hiding five runaway children in The Stella. And I know two of them are my siddlings."
"Which two?"
"Prosper and Boniface, Bo to his friends."
"You know my name. Wat is yours?"
She removed the mask to show the most beautiful girl he had ever layed eyes on. His eyes memorised everything from her cherry red hair, to her silver eyes, her small pink lips, and her pale skin. He removed his mask.
She had never once seen anyone so handsome as him. From his raven black hair, to his dark brown eyes, and his very red lips.
"My name is Vera Cacciatore."
"Truth Hunter?"
She nodded,"Im actually a truth knower."
"Well Vera. Do you have a place to stay?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then I insist on you staying at the Stella."
"I would have to be an idiot to refuse."
"Come then."
He put his mask back on, she copied his movement. He extended his hand and she took it. They were off, running through the streets, jumping from roof to roof. But there was something that kept crossing Scipio's mind. She was Prosper and Bo's sister...
You like? R&R please. Sorry if its too short.