AN Hey, guys. What's new? You know, I never actually have a real reason to writing these author's notes. I have no clue why I write them. Maybe I'll stop. I don't know. Maybe I'll only write them if I need to. Whatever, enough of my useless banter, here's the chapter! (Don't forget to review)
Will
As I'm running from the guards, I see one of my wanted posters. I grab it and put it in my bag. I look over to my partners, Gideon and Gabriel Lightwood, but they just keep running onwards, faces blank except for their signature scowls. They're twins, I hate them, I need them, and they have no sense of humor. They're all business. I'll still joke around with them, though, that's part of the William Herondale package.
I'm a thief, and always have been, at least as far back as I wish to remember. Since I was thirteen, I've pushed everyone I love away. I had gone to someone by the name of Morsomething, and he was a psychic. He told me, "Everyone you love will die a horrible death. It scared the hell out of me, and I immediately packed my bags and left. Being just a young kid, I had no specific skills, so I resorted to thievery. A few years later, when I was eighteen, I met Gideon and Gabriel. They're distant, barely even talking to me, but I need to work with them. Somehow, we became partners, and that leads me to what I'm doing right now.
The king and queen, Henry and Charlotte Branwell, have a daughter, Theresa and she's been missing for about seventeen years. She was stolen from her cradle when she was a baby. Yes, I know that makes her about my age, but that doesn't mean I'm going to rescue her or whatever. I'm a thief, remember? I actually just stole her heavily guarded crown. That's why I'm running from the guards right now.
"Shit," I hear Gabriel swear. Looking in front of me, I see why he's upset. There's a cliff at least ten feet high. At least all of us are tall.
"Okay, Lightworms," I say, using the nickname I gave them, "hoist me up."
They look at me in disbelief and Gideon says, "Give us the crown, Blerondale." That's their nickname for me. You see, we've established this kind of mutual hate with each other, but instead of fighting all the time, we bash them with their last name, if you know what I mean.
I look back at them with mock hurt. "What? You think I would run off with the crown?" They give me the 'look,' the one that seems to ask, "Really?" I put my hand to my chest, right above heart, in mock hurt. "After all we've been through, you don't trust me?" They give me the look again, and I mutter under my breath, "Harsh." I hold out the bag with the crown in it and raise my voice so they can hear me and say, "Okay, here it is." They check the bag to make sure the crown is in there and I fake hurt again when I say, "Wow, I am even more wounded. You don't even trust me to put the crown in the bag I hand you?" They fix me with the look again and I raise my hands in defeat. "Okay, okay."
Gideon stands on top of Gabriel, and they hoist me up. "Now, help us up, kid."
I shake my head, lifting up the bag I very carefully took from Gideon. "Sorry, my hands are full," I say, turning around and running from my partners and the guards. I hear Gabriel and Gideon swearing behind me, and they yell out my name in anguish or some such feeling. I laugh and keep running, only to be stopped by a huge horse, definitely belonging to one of the guards.
AN Hehe, I love cliffhangers! Okay, next chapter will start off with Will, but might, maybe, probably, switch to Tessa, depending on how long I make the chapter. Speaking of chapter length, sorry if this one's a bit short. As I said earlier, I will work on my useless banter that I, for some unknown and probably stupid reason, always put at the beginning. Ooh, and I need ideas for a name for the horse. Hehe, I'm changing all the names, none are going to be the same as in the movie. Well, anywho, I'll talk to you later. Peace out, girl scout!
