A Thief's Childhood
Sinos: This is kind of a prelude to Mercenary Chronicals, my first fic. i didn't give a couple of my favorite characters very much depth so I thought it'd be a good idea 2 write this. Enjoy!
CH1
"Wake up Cole." Kyle said in sing-song voice as he put his dagger to his younger brother's throat. Like always Cole woke up screaming. Kyle did it to him every morning, but for some reason he never expected it.
Kyle backed up as he laughed and tripped over a thin piece of wire that Cole had set up the night before. It was Cole's turn to laugh but Kyle wasn't too happy about being made a fool of by his little brother.
Like every morning, Cole put on his dark blue cloak and Kyle hid his long dark hair under an ornate hat. Kyle holstered his three daggers and walked out into the village. It was no surprise that he didn't wait for Cole. He was always a little bit slow in the morning.
It was close to lunch time by the time Cole had gotten ready. He had misplaced his weapon, a beginer's throwing knife that Kyle had forged for him. The brothers were only two years apart, but their maturities were in completely different classes.
Kyle and Cole met up around late afternoon in the marketplace. It was almost time for their daily sparring match, but they had broken their wooden equipment the day before. Cole was perfectly fine with using iron weapons, but Kyle was obviously opposed.
The brothers were well known in the poor part of town they were in. Everyone knew of the plots they'd create that always seemed to work. No one ever had any proof it was them, but for some reason it was always easy to recognize their handy work. They already had a plan to get the equipment they needed. All they had to do was find the right sucker.
The boys were strolling down the road of merchants in the middle of town, examining the weapons. Kyle stopped at the booth of a merchant who they had never seen before. Cole looked at his brother and new exactly what he was thinking. This was the perfect sap.
Although the were brothers, it was hard to tell just by looking at them. Cole had eyes that were a dark shade of blue, and had a cocky air about him. Kyle had eyes that were a light shade of yellow and was obviously a well tempered person.
Cole fell back a few steps as kyle walked to the stand. Kyle struck up a conversation with the merchant as Cole waited. After a few minutes of small talk, Kyle dropped his ring. That was the signal. Cole came running and snatched up the ring.
"thief! That boy stole my ring!" kyle shouted as he pointed at Cole,who was running away. The merchant grabbed the bow that he kept for protection and started shooting into the crowd. Cole went full circle and ended up behind the merchant. He jumped up and cut the merchants arm ad ran off again, but this time the merchant followed. When he was out of sight, Kyle casually started taking the man's wooden daggers. There were dozens of witnesses but nobody would tell, lest they be the thieves 's next target. Cole nimbly ran through the crowd as the merchant ran after him like a madman. Cole finally came to a dead end. The merchant had him cornered. He pulled the arrow back and released what would have been a killing shot. Cole dropped and rolled toward the merchant as his arrow hit a mine that Cole had attached to the wall. The resulting blast knocked the man to the ground, giving the young boy enough time to escape.
"what took you so long?" Kyle said sarcastically when he met back up with his brother at the house. All Cole could do was laugh.