Chapter 1
Whistling Wind

The wind whistled in a light tune over the land that seem empty, surrounded by rustling trees and squashed grass; the guards in shadowy and armored cloth sat under the moonlight as one of them carefully started up a fire to the piled up wood. "Did you feed the cantor?"

"The cantor?" said the other.

"The bard, you idiot!" said the first guard as he smacked the second guard onto his backside without regrets. "You better feed him!" As he sounded very angry.

"Oh." The second guard replied as he left the first guard among with the campfire.

With a plate, it had slices of turkey meat and boiled potato that wasn't even peeled as the guard came up to the covered receptacle. With his finger, he lifted the covers that concealed a black barred door with walls that had vertical and horizontal flat metal bars. With a black key; he held around his neck, the guard unlocked the cell and dropped the plate onto the flooring. "Din, din." He called as nobody gave him a clear reply. Annoyed the guard got into the cage and went further in, he a found a chain attached to the floor all the way to the bare ankle to confirm his suspicions in the dark. He kicked into the shadows which alerted the prisoner. "Get up!" He commanded as the prisoner lifted his dizzy head. His dark hair was formed in a mass of small, tight curls or tufts as it stayed clear from his face, he was tall and quite lanky as if he hasn't eaten for days. The prisoner gave no reply. "It's up to you then." The guard finally said and before he left the cell with a lock, he kicked the plate with the food without pity and left the bard a messy display of his meal.

Wearing blue clothing and grey pants, the bard sighed before deciding to lay back down and watch out to the concealed cage door while the fire was within the mist and the moonlight above, the colors collided as the bard could not help himself but whistle along the wind.

In another area with their own campfire, there were four people in total of their party. The two were dancing around with their arms hooked to one while singing a jolly good time as the other two not to far from the distance currently in a relationship and were just having their comforting moment. Arin gave Suzy a light kiss on the cheek with a response. "We did good today; didn't we?" As his beloved; Suzy chuckled.

"Kind of." As she returned her kiss his cheek.

"What do you mean?" Arin asked as he felt discouraged with Suzy's choice of words as Suzy started to sigh.

"You don't seem happy even if the robbery was a success." She told him.

"It's not robbery! We are just getting back our lives; you know." Arin stated as Suzy understood him clearly.

"I know, but," She hesitated for a bit. "It seems like you're not happy."

Arin frown. "I am happy tho; I have you, I have Ross and Barry here. What more do I need?"

Suzy couldn't help but be blunt about it. "Not Jon." She quoted that made him little uneasy.

He stood up, in his proud red bandanna around his neck. "He chose to leave us, I don't care, why should I care? He's happy where he is at and so am I." He spoke ever so fast, but Suzy already got the glimpse of what he meant.

"Arin," She called.

"Who cares, Suzy! We are going to be the greatest thieves! We are going to make a difference in the world without him! Steal from the rich and feed the poor! That's my motto!" Arin decided to continue.

Suzy had to roll her eyes. "Technically speaking, I was the one that put that motto through your head." As she joined his side in her dark cloak, she gave him another kiss on his cheek which made him blush in deep red and had his heart fluttering in quicken beats. "I only want what's best for you, you know." As she left her blonde streak twin, alone with his thoughts.

As Suzy left his side; for a while he pondered on it, his feelings for his best friend; the one that left and made a huge toll on his friend's life, even as the great 'Egoraptor'; Arin stumbled across it to fix it to what John broke and that was trust. With his friends, Suzy; the swordsmen, Ross the flexible Archer and Barry the hefty Axeman. Arin Hanson was not letting his title down, nor his team and that was to be the greatest thieves of the entire state.

That's where he thought of it, a brilliant plan that would label themselves to be the greater good or should we say the greater bad?

Within the next few hours the morning came where Arin was up and completely motivated to do their thing. Ross and Barry, who slept beside each other, groaned to the enlighten joy of their boss that had it among his face. "Get up you fools! An adventure awaits us!"

"Do you mean the royal wine? We kind of drank it all last night." Barry perched as he arched his back upwards as his head laid on the fallen log.

"Don't you mean I drank it!?" Ross exclaimed as he climbed over Barry's chest with a daze. "Heheh~ mate." As the shortest member giggled.

"Get off, Ross!" Barry whined as he tried to peel the clingy archer off his chest.

"Hello~~~~! Is anyone listening?!" Arin announced as it was clear to him that two of his members were occupied with their foolishness. When he was about to have it with the ignorance, Suzy shout out a loud HEY!

Barry quickly got up to his feet, which made Ross fall to the ground. It sounded, he hit it hard, but it was enough to shake him awake from his drunkenness. "Dude, what happen?"

Arin couldn't help but being annoyed. "Get your butt up, Ross! We are moving out!" His boss commanded as he jumped off the high ledge. "Today," He introduced it ever so proudly. "We are targeting the royal crown."

The others were clearly baffled by their leader's request, but chose to obey as they followed him in an ill-mannered patrol. Barry was letting out his energized roar, Ross jumped around at every ledge found on their path and Suzy couldn't help but coo as she perched her lips in an oval to frighten the animals nearby.

They were thugs and if it wasn't for Arin, who was also known as Egoraptor to wrap them up together; Barry wouldn't be able to control his strength, Ross would still pick around by masculine men who thought of him as puny punk and Suzy with her dark aura and the blades; she handcrafted herself; many assume she was a witch.

For Arin, he just appeared one day and was quickly befriended by a man named Jonathan Jafari, who helped him out of his troubling times. Within a heart, a soul is kept, protected by its skin the soul was is not strong and can be easily manipulated. To whatever it sees, hears, and feel. The soul is inspired to be anything that it desires.

To Arin, his soul was to be happy and to make everyone else happy too when they needed it. With Jon; the two had learned to cooperate; their talents, whether it was singing, building or just plain old farming together; they were happy just being great friends, it was later that Arin grew more motivated to get other people involved with them, that's where he started to know Suzy, Ross and Barry making his social circle, the circle of friendship. Unfortunately, it was trolled by King Markiplier that decided to put useless things like that to its end. He has torn away the goods and the happiness of his people of his land just because he feared the 'Dreaded Future', he used all the sources to rebuild his castle at its highest quality not to mention to keep his pink mustache properly polished under his nostrils. So thus the lower class like Arin and the others had to suffer for his needs and headed to the dark side.

At first, they stole what it was enough for them to survive with, later in the goodness of their hearts they start thieving the rich to give to the poor from the unrighteousness of their pink mustache king, but the more talents they started to gain, the job became a hobby and Jontron saw enough and chose to abandon the group including the Egoraptor.

With Jon's abandonment, Arin felt despair, but did not stop there as he grew more closed in and closer to the three friends, he has now, but with Suzy's knowledge and what she senses in her blonde streak twin, Suzy and the other two decided to stick around with Arin and just play through life until something happens.

As the three loud trio went ahead without Arin, he stood still in his brown high heels with his red bandanna that motioned with the strong current, Arin then listened to the wind that whistled.