I was lying in bed half asleep when I came up with this fic, so don't blame
me if it ain't that good. I haven't written in this section before, so
please be nice.
SUMMARY:
The Rogue's most trusted thief is a woman. And someone out there wants to uncover the past she fought so hard to cover. The only people who can help her are a few of young knights and a couple of thieves.
I don't own it.
QUEEN OF KNIVES.
Galux Phoenix.
She weaved her way through the large crowds that were gathered in the market place. She was wearing black calf high boots, tan breeches, a white shirt and brown tunic; the perfect outfit for her purposes. Subtly she checked that all of her knives were still in place: her finest knife in a small -hidden- compartment of her breast-band, the two in her boots, the ones attached to each wrist, the two hidden in her tunic, the two hung on her belt half hidden by her tunic, the one at the small of her back and in case of emergencies two strapped to her thighs. She knew very few people would suspect a young woman of 18 to be one of the Rogue's finest thieves.
She was a inch or two over average height, but she composed herself as if she ruled over everyone else. She was rather muscular for a girl of her stature. Her hair was a medium dark brown, tied in a horse tail, but when untied rested on her shoulders. Her skin was tanned to a brown. Her eyes were gold with flecks of tawny, giving her the thief name Golden.
She slid through groups of people and stalls until she came to a stall selling black opals and other precious jewels, she looked over the merchandise with a scrutinizing golden eye. She found what she was looking for: a black opal pendent surrounded in small amethysts, next to it was another pendent with a black opal on its own. While the shop keeper was busy with a sale, she scooped them both up and slipped them into the small pocket on the inside of her tunic. 'One for him, one for me,' she thought grimly.
"May I help you with anything, miss?" the shopkeeper asked after he had finished his other transaction.
"No sir, I was just looking," she replied sweetly, flashing a smile to the older man. He smiled back before turning to someone else.
She took the opportunity offered and slipped back into the crowed, silently cursing herself for having to turn on the charm. Looking around -after she had pocketed a few other peoples purses- she saw an alleyway to her left. Heading for it she didn't notice someone slip after her.
~*~*~*
The inn of the Dancing Dove was home to some of the finest thieves of Tortall. It was also home of the Rogue, the rulers of the Tortallian underground.
She pushed open the door to the inn without hesitation, golden eyes taking in the scene before her. Near the hearth was the throne like seat for the King of Thieves. A long table as positioned in front of the throne like seat, most of the seats around the table were occupied.
Walking over, she sat a couple of seats down from the Rogue. "Golden," he nodded to her.
"Nathan," she nodded back. Golden reached into a few of her pockets drawing out two large purses and the plain black opal pendant, she passed them to the Rogue.
The Rogue -Nathan- was only a few years older than she was, his sandy hair was cropped short, so it was only a few inches long and stood up in messy spikes. Nathan's eyes were bright blue that could melt any women's heart, except Golden's. Nathan knew he could never have her as his own, he was her most trusted friend, as she was his. It would never work out in the way he hoped.
Golden fastened the larger black opal pedant around her neck, hiding the stone under her shirt. Nathan emptied them out onto the table and grinned with evil and contentment when he saw that each purse contained around fifty gold nobles. "Golden, you just stole yourself the position of my Right Hand Thief."
The entire table went silent. There had never been a female Right Hand Thief as far as the history of the Rogue went. "What?!" Golden blurted out, confusion etched over fine features. "Have you lost it completely?"
"No, I haven't 'lost it', everyone hear knows as well as I do that you're one of the best things that have happened to the Rogue in a long time," Nathan explained kindly to her. "You're swift and inconspicuous when needed. You have much more honed senses than most of us here, great reflexes, you're the only person I know who can carry a dozen knives while still look unarmed, and you're one of the best people here when it comes to knives. I could go on? Can anyone here give me a good reason why Golden shouldn't be my Right Hand Thief?" he looked around the table, most people were nodding in agreement.
"Good. Matter settled, Golden, get up here," he ordered, indicating the seat on his right side. When Nathan saw her hesitate, he looked at her, when she met his gaze she realised he was completely serious about it.
"Fine. If someone tries to kill you for this, don't blame me," she muttered as she stood and sat on the offered seat.
He grinned at her, "Oh, I wouldn't do such a thing to one of my faithful servants."
~*~*~*
"I don't understand why you're bringing me here, Neal," questioned Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, as she and her dog Jump a few sparrows, followed Sir Nealan of Queenscove into the alleys and back -streets of Corus. "Where are we going anyway?"
"The Dancing Dove, this is the home of the Rogue," Neal replied as he turned a corner. Kel looked around her surroundings, it wasn't exactly the best parts of the capital city for a couple of nobles and their dog and some birds.
"The Rogue?" Kel asked.
"The Rogue is basically king of thieves and wrong -do-errs from all over the country. Alanna's husband used to be the Rogue, before he got married," Neal explained it as if she were a small child.
"You still don't have any respect for me, do you?" she question under her breath.
He stopped outside an inn, the tattered sign above the door was of a dove. Neal smiled to himself as he dismounted Magewisper, Kel followed suit. They handed their horses over to the stable-hand who was on duty. He led them to the inn's door, where he bowed extravagantly to Kel.
"Ladies first," he insisted. Kel sighed and pushed open the door . . . .
~*~*~*
I really hope you like the first chapter. Please review. I'd be really happy if you did.Please review!
Galux Phoenix.
SUMMARY:
The Rogue's most trusted thief is a woman. And someone out there wants to uncover the past she fought so hard to cover. The only people who can help her are a few of young knights and a couple of thieves.
I don't own it.
QUEEN OF KNIVES.
Galux Phoenix.
She weaved her way through the large crowds that were gathered in the market place. She was wearing black calf high boots, tan breeches, a white shirt and brown tunic; the perfect outfit for her purposes. Subtly she checked that all of her knives were still in place: her finest knife in a small -hidden- compartment of her breast-band, the two in her boots, the ones attached to each wrist, the two hidden in her tunic, the two hung on her belt half hidden by her tunic, the one at the small of her back and in case of emergencies two strapped to her thighs. She knew very few people would suspect a young woman of 18 to be one of the Rogue's finest thieves.
She was a inch or two over average height, but she composed herself as if she ruled over everyone else. She was rather muscular for a girl of her stature. Her hair was a medium dark brown, tied in a horse tail, but when untied rested on her shoulders. Her skin was tanned to a brown. Her eyes were gold with flecks of tawny, giving her the thief name Golden.
She slid through groups of people and stalls until she came to a stall selling black opals and other precious jewels, she looked over the merchandise with a scrutinizing golden eye. She found what she was looking for: a black opal pendent surrounded in small amethysts, next to it was another pendent with a black opal on its own. While the shop keeper was busy with a sale, she scooped them both up and slipped them into the small pocket on the inside of her tunic. 'One for him, one for me,' she thought grimly.
"May I help you with anything, miss?" the shopkeeper asked after he had finished his other transaction.
"No sir, I was just looking," she replied sweetly, flashing a smile to the older man. He smiled back before turning to someone else.
She took the opportunity offered and slipped back into the crowed, silently cursing herself for having to turn on the charm. Looking around -after she had pocketed a few other peoples purses- she saw an alleyway to her left. Heading for it she didn't notice someone slip after her.
~*~*~*
The inn of the Dancing Dove was home to some of the finest thieves of Tortall. It was also home of the Rogue, the rulers of the Tortallian underground.
She pushed open the door to the inn without hesitation, golden eyes taking in the scene before her. Near the hearth was the throne like seat for the King of Thieves. A long table as positioned in front of the throne like seat, most of the seats around the table were occupied.
Walking over, she sat a couple of seats down from the Rogue. "Golden," he nodded to her.
"Nathan," she nodded back. Golden reached into a few of her pockets drawing out two large purses and the plain black opal pendant, she passed them to the Rogue.
The Rogue -Nathan- was only a few years older than she was, his sandy hair was cropped short, so it was only a few inches long and stood up in messy spikes. Nathan's eyes were bright blue that could melt any women's heart, except Golden's. Nathan knew he could never have her as his own, he was her most trusted friend, as she was his. It would never work out in the way he hoped.
Golden fastened the larger black opal pedant around her neck, hiding the stone under her shirt. Nathan emptied them out onto the table and grinned with evil and contentment when he saw that each purse contained around fifty gold nobles. "Golden, you just stole yourself the position of my Right Hand Thief."
The entire table went silent. There had never been a female Right Hand Thief as far as the history of the Rogue went. "What?!" Golden blurted out, confusion etched over fine features. "Have you lost it completely?"
"No, I haven't 'lost it', everyone hear knows as well as I do that you're one of the best things that have happened to the Rogue in a long time," Nathan explained kindly to her. "You're swift and inconspicuous when needed. You have much more honed senses than most of us here, great reflexes, you're the only person I know who can carry a dozen knives while still look unarmed, and you're one of the best people here when it comes to knives. I could go on? Can anyone here give me a good reason why Golden shouldn't be my Right Hand Thief?" he looked around the table, most people were nodding in agreement.
"Good. Matter settled, Golden, get up here," he ordered, indicating the seat on his right side. When Nathan saw her hesitate, he looked at her, when she met his gaze she realised he was completely serious about it.
"Fine. If someone tries to kill you for this, don't blame me," she muttered as she stood and sat on the offered seat.
He grinned at her, "Oh, I wouldn't do such a thing to one of my faithful servants."
~*~*~*
"I don't understand why you're bringing me here, Neal," questioned Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, as she and her dog Jump a few sparrows, followed Sir Nealan of Queenscove into the alleys and back -streets of Corus. "Where are we going anyway?"
"The Dancing Dove, this is the home of the Rogue," Neal replied as he turned a corner. Kel looked around her surroundings, it wasn't exactly the best parts of the capital city for a couple of nobles and their dog and some birds.
"The Rogue?" Kel asked.
"The Rogue is basically king of thieves and wrong -do-errs from all over the country. Alanna's husband used to be the Rogue, before he got married," Neal explained it as if she were a small child.
"You still don't have any respect for me, do you?" she question under her breath.
He stopped outside an inn, the tattered sign above the door was of a dove. Neal smiled to himself as he dismounted Magewisper, Kel followed suit. They handed their horses over to the stable-hand who was on duty. He led them to the inn's door, where he bowed extravagantly to Kel.
"Ladies first," he insisted. Kel sighed and pushed open the door . . . .
~*~*~*
I really hope you like the first chapter. Please review. I'd be really happy if you did.Please review!
Galux Phoenix.