Chapter 1 – Two Thieves of Different Sides Part 1 The Meeting

?'s POV

Cold night breeze tickles my face. Although the fresh scar on my right eye still hurts, I managed to ignore the pain and continued with my journey.

If only that freaking lion didn't try to claw my eyeballs out, I wouldn't have to pay for a healing oil, which cost me a golden ring. Now I don't have anything to trade for food and other valuable items - except the pearl necklace I found back at the Dark Woods- and the next village would be forty thousand miles away from here.

I held my satchel tighter and landed on the ground with a loud "fwoosh!". My position was like that of smooth dramatic movie landing, one leg stretched out to the side and the other leg was bent, one hand on the ground and the other on the cape.

If you were thinking, I am not flying earlier, I jump on top of the trees with the speed of light. In fact many people refer to me as The Fleet-Footed Larcenist, and The Rugged Blossom, and Le Jarring Mademoiselle. None of them seems to fit me accurately at all.

I slowly stood up and walked towards the rocky riverside. I took off my boots and felt the cold white rocks on my feet. I closed my eyes for a minute and opened it again. The view was nothing but breath-taking. The Frosty Falls where the ice-cold water of The Frosty River comes from never looked like it has been there for thousands of years now. It still gives out the tiny shiny ice shards that will take any body's breath away. The ice shards – when lighted by the stars above twinkles like a starry night sky on the land. And when you touched one, it will slowly melt on you palms leaving you the sensation of touching the clouds with your own hands.

I sighed. Perhaps this is what my trainer wants to point out, she always says… "All good things comes to those who wait". Perhaps that's all I gotta believe.

Yet I waited and waited for so long, nothing's happening. I thought about the other thing trainer says to me when we are talking… "If you are happy and contented, then good for you. But when you think something was missing, and you feel a bit lonely and sad, go back a few steps, maybe you just left something or something wrong behind. That must solve the problem".

Maybe just a few more steps, but I'll take just a few. I can't manage to go far back from where I used to be. I just… can't. There are many reasons why and I don't have much time to tell you. You see, I am not going all easy-breezy with my life here, there are bad guys who never stops following me. Don't ask me why, I'm The Fleet-Footed Larcenist remember?

Yup. The typical follow-the-thief situation is my current situation.

I know it's messed up that bad guys are following me even if I'm a bad guy too.

Let me get things straight.

I, I'm the main character in this story. I'm a professional thief and spy. So most people say I'm the bad guy.

And the bad guys who will surely follow me until we all go to hell are the professional thief busters, thief killers, brawny prisoners, city and kingdom soldiers, stupid money makers and pissed off fruit vendors. And I owe them… A lot.

What can I do? Kings and Queens got there blazing eyes on me. I set their blue blood boiling. Got their teeth screeching like, I don't know… Nails on a chalkboard?

In short, they are mad at me.

One, because of my dirty profession a.k.a my "job".

Two, I took countless precious items from there castles.

Three, I beat the donuts out of their dumb guards.

And four, I occasionally stop by to steal their breakfast, lunch, dinner and yummy snacks before they notice.

That is why they posted my face on almost each and every nook of their kingdoms.

And I tell you, it wasn't very easy to be famous.

Well, on the good hand, at least I'll be able to get what I want. Except that… I don't know what I want. Even the hardest and shiniest of diamonds can't make me happy. Something tells me that I should seek something else but not money.

I have these amazing friends back at the Brawn City, a place for extremely strong and buff guys. A place not totally for me, but hey, I'm lovin' their company!

I mean, who will not love hot cocoa every chilling night? Who will not love crazy country music to wake you up in the morning? Who will not love the friendly hefty neighbors who will greet you with a morning brawl?

Only in that place I found my spot. The spot that makes me forget the loneliness and the fact that I'm all alone. It's hard living and finding something you want to forget but you don't even know.

Most of all, I love how the people see through a person. The way they read minds but not in a creepy way. They know how to comfort somebody with words and healing hugs. The people will see you not how others see you, they see what is inside you.

Hm, I don't know, maybe being alone in a long journey made me feel desperate for love and care. But something tells me it is not the problem.

Oh well, I don't wanna talk about it anymore. We should really change the topic now… I'm not currently in a mood for drama.

I laid down on a cold rock and put my arms behind to support my head. Now I've got a clearer view of the starry night sky. Makes me wonder how…

-Rustle… Rustle-

"Hm?"

-Rustle…Rustle-

"What the- who's there?"

I jumped into my feet and quickly held the dagger on my hip. Oh boy, finally some thrill to start my evening.

"Show your face."

-Rustle… Rustle-

"I only have one word and I won't repeat it to ya sucker."

Right then, I saw a silhouette slowly getting taller and taller as if it was standing from the ground.

I gripped the dagger tighter and started to pull it out. Just as I was about to come closer, something heavy was thrown at me and the next thing I know, I was being tackled on the wet soil by who knows who?

A hand was keeping me from screaming and I lost my grip from my dagger. I was trying to pull the hand out but another hand covered my eyes.

Whoever this stranger is, I'm totally gonna kick his freaking buns! Nobody messes with my "alone" time! Nobody!

I was about to scream those words and attempted to bite his hands off, but he shush me continuously still sitting on my belly.

"Hey, hey…" He whispered. "Calm down, lady! I'm not gonna hurt you!"

When he found out it was no use and I still remained struggling, he held up something sharp on my parotid and I can feel he was going to cut my neck.

I tried to calm down but still trying to sense who this man is. Somehow I feel that he's not dangerous at all except the fact that he's planning to kill me if I wouldn't shut up.

"Hmblurbbluhmmdoohmmmn?" I mumbled angrily.

Just then, he started to take his hands of my eyes.

It was dark but the moon lighted half of his face, so I noticed the long scar going from his eyebrows, through his cheek, that ended on his neck. Makes me remember the fresh scar I also have.

The man has a golden hair just like me. And pinkish white skin just like me. And blue eyes just like me… Creepy Melting Maggots! He looks just like me!

Though he was about to say something else, he would've get the chance to say it. If only I didn't instantly fainted in front of him.

"Miss? Are you alright? Miss?"