THIEF LORD FANFICTION

FAE is a…new edition. And I use the term new VERY lightly. She is short, like 5'3'' and has shoulder length curly auburn hair. How ever, her most distinguishing features include her eyes. He eyes are a radiant dark blue, seeming to look into someone soul. And her tattoo. Along her side of her neck there is a tattoo that says ladruncola, which means "sneak thief".

(This section is the past, because the story is told from Fae's point of view and this happened when she was unconscious)

As the gang of thieves all made their way back into the Stella, Prosper (being the last n line) slipped and fell down with a loud thud.

Bo and Hornet ran to him, and helped him up.

Scipio came up to him, not to help, as they all expected, but to peer at him. Suddenly, he reaches out and wipes his hand along Prospers check, taking it away to reveal that it's covered in blood.

Hornet immediately peered at the side of Prospers face, only to look back at Scipio and say, "That's not his Scip. There's no cut anywhere on his face."

Scipio turned to the rest and said in a shaken voice, "Gang, we're not alone here."

Riccio turned pale and said furiously "how could someone get in 'ere? We're the only ones who know where this entrance is, and all the others are boarded up…Scip?

Scipio was now slowly and silently walking down the passage that led to the main room. The others trailed after him like puppies, slowly walking until one after another, they all stopped dead in their tracks.

"Wow" Mosca said. "I wonder what happened to her?"

"There's no time to wonder!" Scipio shouted, suddenly looking like he was a bout to cry. "Hornet, get your stuff, Prosper and I will get her on a table!"

Hornet ran upstairs to get her equipment while Prosper and Scipio struggled to get her on the table. They were laying her down when prosper fell, an emerald hilted dagger sticking out of his stomach. Scipio looked down and froze, as those dark blue eyes, the ones he had been seeing in his recent dreams, stared up at him.

"Oh fuck." He said as their intensity grew, and then faded as those eyes glazed over, and the head fell down into an unconscious slump.

"HORNET!" He yelled

"COMING" she yelled back at him, as she ran down the stairs and thrust him aside.

She turned the girl over and gasped. Scipio leaned over and swore like there was no tomorrow.

Her entire back was sliced up, big raw gashes criss-crossing across her back, so many that the skin was non-existent. (When she was found, she was lying on her back, so no one could see all them)

Hornet went to work, taking all night to sew up her back, and finally when dawn was just touching the morning sky, Scipio carried her up to bed.