Chapter 1
In the sewers of the Slums, the Thief Lord paced back and forth, muttering to himself. Recently, he had come across a young boy, no older than twelve, in the sewers, with no memories, except one word. "Cruz".
Since then, his gang had been attacked by nobody. Flying into the wall with nobody in sight, bones breaking for no apparent reason, tripping while running from the guards and getting caught. And all of these people had either bullied the boy, or made fun of him.
The Thief Lord knew he had to get rid of the boy, to prevent any more mishaps, but he didn't want to kill him. He hadn't done anything to deserve it. It's not his fault he's plagued with all these strange magics...
"That's it!" the Thief Lord exclaimed, with an idea forming in his head. Magic. He had heard of a temple that specialized in magic, not far from here. He could send the boy there, to control his powers, and to get him away from the rest of the thieves.
He rushed to his desk, which was solid oak (It had taken many trips to a nobles house and many death threats to obtain) and grabbed a piece of paper, and his writing tools.
He quickly wrote a letter, asking the people at the temple to train this boy to control his power, being sure to use a few spells he had picked up to keep people from tracing the letter back to him. He had a little magic, enough to cast small spells, but that was his little secret.
He put the letter in an envelope, with the same spells on it as the letter, and sealed it with a red stamp he had "found" on one of the trips to the Noble's house. He went to the door of his room, located deep in the sewer system his gang lived in, and told the thief on guard outside to bring the boy at once.
When the thief left, the Thief Lord sat down on his pallet (many more trips to a Noble's house) and sighed. A small part of him was going to miss the boy. But a larger part of him was planning the next heist where the boy wouldn't be in the way.
He was going over possible locations when there were three short knocks on the door, a pause, than two more. The Thieves Knock. "Come in." the Thief Lord said, grasping the envelope and preparing to explain to the boy what was going to happen.
