Loyalty

by makedeath1

I am the daughter of a thief and a king, My mother was known the prettiest around until she meet my father,a king. She went from sweet to a ruthless thief. She was haunted and murdered by my own father. I am going after his head, and placing it outside my hide out. I am a princess thief, I will become his kingdom's worst night mare.

2. Two

I most have falling asleep, because all I know is that my mom is dead, and I am on a white horse with a middle age man. If I remember correctly he was my mother's right hand man, Scar is his name. Scar sees I am awake, he throws me off the horse. Scar,"If you are her daughter you will find us by sun rise."Then with those words, he and the rest of his troop, ride off laughing.The sound of the hooves make my skin crawl, the memory of her death comes back. I touched my face to feel something dried and rough, I look at my head and I see dried blood flakes. I vomit anything that was in my stomach, I can't believe she is really dead. Something inside me snaps, I see read and I stand up and follow the imprints from the horses.If I am honest to myself, I want to feel pain that she felt so I can feel closer to her. I travel for what feels like hours, I hear beer cups and man laughing. I walk until I see Scar laughing with the younger guys, I feel something crawling in my soul telling me to kill them. I walk close to them, I see guards and my father laughing at the shape my mother is in. I launch at my father, and start to beat him with a rock I found nearby. The guards pull me off of my father, "LET ME KILL THAT BASTARD." The illusion of my father disappears and is replace with Scar dead, he died at my own hands. His death felt right and wrong, I could not help myself. I never felt this right to be a killer. I hear a voice of pure evil speak my name," Kitie, I see you are well, I guess the sword didn't find your soft and yet fragile let head of yours." I look up see aunt above me, I see her tongue out as she licks my mother's blood off. She smiles and touches her mouth,"Oh my gosh! her blood is sweeter when its dried!"She holds her body like she was stabbed by something, that is when I notice the blood rushing from a fresh stab wound. She licks my face again,"Man, i wish can eat her. But No that is to good for her,bury my sister with Scar. Bring the little to the hide out, she needs to be punished for turning on her own kind."

Trust is something you can gain once in the realm of the thieves once you lose it, it means death for you.