The Prince and the Thief
Chapter 1: Elizabeth the Thief
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Elizabeth slowly turned the village shop's corner, nearing the fruit stand. "Okay... quietly... quietly..." she chanted to herself. She was right next to little stand now. A little old man was running it and he was half dead already. "Huh... How 'bout that..." she grinned, opening her brown side pack and stuffed it with whatever she could get her hands on. The slight noise sturred the old man and he looked at her with small black eyes.
"Ehh... hey! What are you doing?" He shouted, standing from his little stool.
She flashed him a grin and raised her hand. "Bye Old Timer!" And with that she turned the building's corner and disapared into the alleyway.
He turned bright red and stomped his foot. "Damn you Elizabeth!" he grunted, as he sat back down.
Elizabeth laughed as she sank her teeth into an apple. "Hahaha... adults are stupid." she swallowed and left the alley. "Hahaha... I got enough to last us a couple days or so." Elizabeth grinned as she entered the village's plaza, throwing the apple core to the ground.
People buzzed and shopkeepers ran their businesses. It was a quiet Sunday morning. Elizabeth continued her way down the pathway, nearing the Housing Distict, where she and her younger sister lived. Past a couple more buildings stood a small brown wooden sign that said 'Housing District.' Beyond it there were plenty of small one-story homes with shabby roofing and wooden siding. Plain to say, they weren't beautiful.
Far in the back of the rows of houses stood Elizabeth's home. It looked basically like all the others, except that her younger sister had a small garden in the yard. It consisted of red pansies and a couple yellow sunflowers. It was small, but it made the place lookable.
Elizabeth opened the door and kicked off her black boots near the door. "Patty, I'm home!" she announced, placing the bag on the kitchen table. It wasn't much of a kitchen though. There was a small wood stove over in the corner and a counter. The round table sat in the middle of the room and two chairs sat around it.
"Onee-chan, you're hooome!" Patty shouted, entering the kitchen and hugging her sister's waist. "I missed you! How was today?" She asked, giggling, expecting the best.
The two were orphans. They had awful parents anyway. So... the train accident wasn't all that bad. Elizabeth was the elder by a year. She was sixteen and her sister was fifteen. Elizabeth was a well known theif in the village and had never been caught by anyone. She had looked after her sister for six years and had never let Patty go hungry a single night.
The elder sister smiled and opened her bag. "I got a bunch of fruit from the old guy's stand. Here." She took out a pear and handed it to Patty. "Eat up. We're going out later."
Patty took a big bite and tilted her head. "Out?"
Elizabeth nodded and pulled out a peice of red paper from her bag. "I found this a couple days ago on the ground... and it gave me an idea." Patty looked at the paper curiously.
"King Death's Dance...? Held at the Death Castle. Huh? You wanna go there? That's not really you is it?" She asked giggling.
"Hah! Hell no, I'm not going to dance. But... I know that King Death has a son. The Prince of Death, if I recall. We'll sneak in there... and take him hostage, see? Then we'll set a ransome to set him free. And his father's the damn King, so he's bound to have money... gold... everything."
Patty's mouth formed an 'o' as the knowledge hit her.
"And Patty... it will be ours." Elizabeth the Thief said, smiling, golden coins in her eyes.
End of Chapter 1: Elizabeth the Thief.
A/N: Weeeeell... whaddya think? That's the end of this chapter. Review and I'll give you Pocky! :)