The Mage Thief

My whole life has been a struggle to survive. I was a thief in the night, stocking up on food and anything valuable I was able to get my fingers on. It didn't matter the task, I was always up for the job, whether it was dangerous or not. Being an orphan with no home, the streets raise you, teaching you how to be a better criminal.

"Merlin! What the hell do you think you're doing?" A shopkeeper yelled from their window. It was too late; I had already snatched one potion and a spell-book and ran out the door into the night.

The one rule I always follow is to never turn back or falter from the task you have at hand. When you begin to doubt your capabilities, that is when you tend to fail and mistakes begin to be made.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me until I got to the ally that was my home for the time being. I'm sure I would have to relocate in a day or two, but it wasn't like I had a whole lot to carry with me. I sat with my new spell book and cracked it open.

I was a new and upcoming mage. This wasn't really a surprise for any of the villagers, but they typically laughed at me since they didn't believe I was capable of such abilities. This only fueled my desire to prove them wrong. I lived my whole life afraid of others and fighting for my life and magic was a way to make sure that others would be scared of me. It would solve all of my problems.

Enchantments, curses, and other various types of spells filled the pages and I was determined to learn it all from cover to cover. I always enjoyed reading and learning as much as I could. Sadly, I was never enrolled in any schools, since I didn't have a permanent residence, so I spent a lot of time stealing books and reading up on information that I would need.

I picked up the potion that I snatched from earlier and spun the bottle in my hands. "Hmm… I wonder how much you'll be…" I set my book down on the ground to inspect the substance. "A dark blue liquid and appears to be bubbling towards the bottom… Ah! This has to be a potion for the Chicken-Matango, the mushrooms with the abilities to shrink people. This potion should turn then drinker back to their normal size!"

I clutched on to the bottle and ran to the nearest pawnshop. "Well, look who we have here! Merlin, what can we do for you today?"

"Hello, Landon. I just thought I would come and see what you would give me for this." I placed the bottle on the glass counter top and the man inspected it.

"This is just a regular potion, is it not? Cures illness."

I shook my finger at him and leaned on the glass case. "You call yourself a pawnsman? It's specifically for Chicken-Matango."

His eyebrow rose. "And how many people exactly would need to buy something like this? I assume not many if it only is good for one use. I can give you five."

I shrugged my shoulders as my fingers fidgeted on the counter. "This is a special one. Not just any potion would do the trick if one of those little suckers got you. I feel like someone would pay a hefty price to get their hands on one if they really needed one. But what do I know, I'm just a kid, right?"

Landon thought about it and started counting out bills. "Fine. I'll give you fifty, but I can't keep doing you favors, Merlin."

I grabbed the bills and stuffed them in my cleavage for safekeeping. "Yeah, yeah. Just you wait, Landon. One day, I'm going to be the best mage in the entire world!"

He looked at me doubtfully and began to fix some things in the window of his store. My eyes caught the sight of an interesting looking sword. It had a silver blade but a golden hilt and looked slim and lightweight. "Where did you get this one?"

Landon's eyes followed to where I was pointing. "Oh, the sword? I don't really know. Some fellow dropped it off a long time ago. It's pretty expensive and extremely valuable."

Expensive and valuable? My fingers tingled, aching to get my hands on it. "How much?"

"More than you can afford."

I leaned my forearms on the counter, exposing my breasts just a little bit more. "Yeah? Well, how much for me?"

It certainly got his attention, but he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Merlin. But I'm banking on someone paying a pretty big amount for this sword and I can't be swayed in bringing down the price."

I huffed and stood up straight. "Fine." I began walking away but looked behind me again at the sword.

Just how important could one sword be?

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