NOTE: Well, this is my first fan-fic in this site, so don't be harsh in the critics, please. Also, I'm Brazilian, so I could've misspelled something. If I did, please, let me know. Thanks.
CHAPTER 1:
NEIMI
The city of thieves. What a cursed place. Only thieves and assassins could enter there. Innocence was consumed by hate and greed.
Colm was just a kid, but a good thief. He was jumping ceiling by ceiling in that city, carrying something precious to him. It was nighttime, so it shouldn't be difficult to pass unseen. In fact, it wasn't difficult at all, since he made his way without anyone notice. After realizing that, he jumped off to the ground.
He moved like a shadow through the night. It was impossible to spot him, so Colm just continued on his path, until he bashed on someone and fell. He was desperate, thinking that someone finally saw him and was going to catch him.
Colm opened his eyes and saw a little girl, dressed in pink clothes. She was carrying a bow, and looked as scared as he was some seconds ago.
-Hey girl, get out of the way! –he shouted. –Watch your step next time!
Then, she began crying loud. He jumped in her direction and they hid just in time. Some thieves came to see what was all that shouting and crying about, but they've find nothing.
Colm covered her mouth while they were in the shadows. She began to cry with more strength. He made she look to him.
-If you act like that in this place, you're gonna die in seconds! –he said, his voice was nothing but whispering. When the thieves had disappeared, he released her. –Well, I see you're not a thief. What are you doing here?
Silence. She didn't answered, and cried, with a bit more of discretion.
-C'mon, tell me! At least tell me what's your name?
-N-Neimi…
-I'm Colm. Well, I see you're neither a thief. I'm gonna take care of you, until you do what you came to do here.
She gave him something when he was talking.
-Wait, how did you—
-I found this when we bashed. It felled, and I got it. –she was still crying. –Who is it in the picture?
Colm didn't answered. He took the picture and examined it. It looked exactly like the last time he saw it. Then, he folded the picture and put it in his pocket.
-Thank you. I'm in debt with you.
-Who is the one with you in the picture? –she repeated.
He hesitated, but answered.
-It's my mother. It's one of the last memories I have about her, after she died. –tears came to his eyes.
-I'm sorry. –Neimi said, trying to calm him.
-There's no need to be sorry. Now, let's get out of this horrible place.
He carried Neimi out of the city. Colm was in an eternal debt with her.
This was the beginning of a friendship.