AN- Hey, look, I wrote another story :) Sorry to any My World fans, update will come soon. Yes, I do know this seems similar to Curlscat's, but she gave me permission to post it.
QOTD- Any title ideas? I don't like mine...
The blonde girl carefully tiptoed across the stairs, grimacing as her foot landed in moss. Despite the fact that it would make her nosier, she wished she had grabbed shoes before she left for her mission. She wrapped her hood tighter around her head, and fixed her bun. No one would recognize her, and that's the way she need it. She reached to her coat inside pocket to make sure her sword was there.
As she saw the silver ladder, she carefully threw a rock, and, when nothing happened (Such as bombs and other explosions), she climbed up, and peered at the dark room. There were five guards, two fat ones, one playing with his sword, a female who seemed to not move out of her stance, which was holding a bow and arrow, and a muscular tall man who was looking out. The girl quickly put her head down, and grabbed her sword; she already knew it was going to be easy.
Quickly, the girl flipped herself over the ledge, and kicked the first man in the temple, and, before shock could reach his brown milky eyes, he fell over, unconscious. The lady quickly shot an arrow at the girl, but she was too quick, she flipped over, and put the girl in a headlock, and kicked her temple, though not hard enough to kill.
Even though she enjoyed being a spy,(the best one, actually), the girl sometimes wished her life was a bit less violent and more normal.
The man who was earlier playing with his sword reached out to stab the girl, but, she was too quick, she kicked the man in the shins, and he fell to his knees.
"Boy, reveal yourself, before I stab you," the man said, and the girl almost laughed, but stopped herself, knowing it would give her away. Of course they thought she was a boy, that's how sexist this kingdom must've been. She quickly punched his head, and he fell over.
"Ah… A Sneak. How surprising it isn't to see you," the last man said. He brought out a sword and swiped at the girl, and she quickly blocked it, and tried to hit his head, but he side-stepped. She had to admit, he was good.
But not good enough.
She kicked his groin and, in pain, he let go of his sword and she gave him one more kick.
The girl smiled as she tied them up, and took a closer look at her feet. Do they look that masculine? The girl waved off the thought, as she whistled, and her jet black horse, Abber, trotted up. She shoved the unconscious bodies on to the carriage, slipping a sleeping potion in to their mouths, and made their way in to the castle. Her castle. The girl was glad to have finished another mission. She took off her hood, and almost shrieked when she saw someone else in her cart.
"Woops. Didn't mean to scare you. Nice job, though, on getting my guards, you Sneaksters really are good at that," the prince smirked, "Sabrina Grimm. What a pleasure."