Part 1
Bruxun couldn't believe it. He had hired the most talented
thief in all of Greece. Instead, he got a kid.
The kid stood in front of the ex-High Priest of Apollo's Temple, the
now-warlord, Bruxon. He was not afraid. Nervous, yes. But afraid, no way!
"Kid, why are you here?"
"Someone told me you were looking for the greatest thief. I'm him!"
Bruxun laughed. "You? You're only a kid!"
"Hey! I'm a teenager!"
The warlord just laughed harder.
The kid rolled his eyes.
"Go, kid!" Bruxun laughed. "Let me get a real thief!"
The kid shrugged.
"Okay, but would you like your dagger back?" He asked, pulling a
dagger out behind his back.
The warlord glared at him. "How'd you do that?"
"How? Why, I'm Autolycus, the Prince of Thieves!"