The Greatest Thieves in Corona
Chapter 1
Eugene Fitzherbert wondered if the real Flynn Rider could escape from the tower.
He was willing to wager that the thief could. This was the man who had stolen the lost princess's crown from underneath the noses of the royal guards, after all. If they had locked Flynn Rider up in the tower he probably would have escaped in a matter of minutes, instead of being trapped for weeks like Eugene had been.
In desperation he had ripped up the one thin, ragged blanket that he had been provided to try to fashion a rope, but it had been far too short to reach the ground. Now instead of a ragged blanket he had a ragged, knotted scarf that did even less to insulate him from the cold nights.
He had tried asking the guards who delivered his rations once a week for another blanket, but they ignored him. The only company he had was the smug face of Flynn Rider, smirking at him from where the guards had nailed the "wanted" poster to a wall.
Eugene snatched the parchment from its nail and threw it angrily, but it floated peacefully to the ground, Rider's smirk taunting him.
Eugene grumbled, reaching to grab the paper again and crumple it up.
A glint of sunlight caught his eye and he turned mid-crouch to see a golden rope hanging from the tower window.
Incredulous, Eugene could only stare at it for a moment as he processed what he was seeing. Then, with a cry, he ran for the window.
Right as his hands closed on the rope there was a squeak and then something dark swung upward to smash into his face.
A/N- So…I'm trying a thing. I had vowed to myself that I wouldn't start posting the story I've been working on until I had written the first draft of the entire thing. That way I could update regularly and be confident in the fact that I had an entire story pretty much planned out.
This is not that story.