Two Thieves, Two Kings, One Love

Chapter 1

"Stop! Thieves!" I sighed as I ran out of the bread market. I love hearing the sounds of shouts in the morning. I'm Alexandra Holt. My sister, Deliah Holt, and I have been stealing for a living since we were fourteen.

Anyway, back to the stealing hist. I had just robbed a jewerly shop, and a market that sold fresh bread, juicy apples, and other sweet foods that made my mouth water. Laughing, I ran into the thick woods and into a shelter my sister and I had made out of gaint rock, covered by moss. I sat out the bread, jewerly, apples, and fresh water. Plus a couple of extra coins I had snagged. I tore the bread in half and started eating it, careful to enough for my sister when she gets back, wherever she was.

Night came and my sister still wasn't back yet. Getting worried, I crept outside to the mouth of the cave and did our special little owl call. I sat in silence waiting for a reply.
Rustling came near my right, and my sister popped out from above a tree, hanging by her feet.

"You called?" She said giggling softly. She was now 16 and growing fast. She looked just like mother. Our real mother had dark brown hair and eyes. Deliah got that trait. I got the fierceness, stealth, and intellengence. Deliah, from our real father, got the humor, stubborn, hard-headidness, and a bunch of other childish things. From our father I got the honey-colored blonde hair and blue eyes.
I was 19 and in a couple of months was my 20th birthday. Which I was NOT looking forward too.

Your probaly wondering why I keep saying real mother and real father. See when we were little our parents died in a mystery raid at the Calomormen borridor, so we were adoptted by Candance and Richard Holt. They look nothing like us. Deliah and I have soft, diamond shaped faces with kind eyes. Candance and Richard have pudgy faces, hard eyes, and thier noses stuck up like they'd just smelt three weeks old rotton meat loaf. It was almost pig-shapped.

I giggled at the thought. Deliah shifted next to me. I turned toward her to look at her sleeping face. It was late at night and we had went to bed with a full stomach, unlike the other nights before that.

I fingered the jewels next to me. Tommorow when dawn starts, I'll be on my way to the Troll Bridge. I always go there to trade in the jewels for money to give to our buyers when there are some parts of town we can't go in.

Deliah has never been to the Troll Bridge. The trolls would frighten her to death. They scared me the first time I went.

I walked quietly through the woods to the Troll Bridge. It was dawn and I had left Deliah to sleep while I went to go trade some stolen jewels to the trolls for money.

I had been told by one of our stealing friends that I could get a lot of money by selling stuff to the trolls. He told me the directions and I was on my way there.

I was nearing the bridge. Right at the edge of the boardwalk, I stopped. Something wasn't right, it was to quiet, by what the man said there should be lots of noise and grumbling from them. Today it was silent.

"What do we have here?" A slimy voice said into my right ear. I quickly zipped around and was staring into the blackest eyes of a troll. It had green skin, greasy hair and skin. And thier clothes were made of leaves and was as dirty as thier faces. Thier eyes, how do I describe them. The whites of thier eyes were black. It was like looking into thier soul, black and cold like the stories.

"I have something to trade with you." I said trying to regain my voice. I pulled the jewels from my pocket and laid them on the boardwalk.

One of the trolls crouched down to inspect them. They should be in good shape. I stole them just yesterday from a governess. The lady was to obscessed with flirting with the baker, that I just stole them right out of her purse.

After the troll was done inspecting them, he reached into his greasy pocket and pulled out 10 coins. A good vaule.

Quickly taking them from his hands, I stuffed them in my pockets and ran from the bridge. Not looking back. The sun was almost fully up and I had to get back to Deliah before she woke and saw I was gone.

The memory itself was making me tired. Finally after having my eyes open for what seemed like a year. Sleep took over my body.