There's a hole in the wall, where the light's shine in, and it's letting me know to get up, it's time to begin.

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Drake: Stealing

Age: 5

Vi Das

An urban Center of West Borderia, it was said to be an important city. Linked to the sea with a port, and fed with many roads, it was said to be the crown of Borderia.

Here, one saw carriages drawn by Guar, Horse, Mule, Oxen, and even human. The wealthy owned something truly rare indeed though, hovercars. One could tell the driver was wealthy if they saw one of these down the street, as rare as that was.

All up through the city, one found markets with people hawking their wares, be it fruit, meat, animals, gold and jewels, or even people. Yes, one could easily buy a slave, if they knew where to look.

However, most citizens of Vi Das were honest, and actually refrained from purchasing certain things. Especially with the guard around.

Slavery may have been outlawed across the galaxy, yet it was easily circumvented. In Legias space, prostitution was legal. One simply had to go to a brothel, and they could easily find someone to do the things of the night.

However, most of Vi Das was a slum. Here, people of all sorts lived their lives, making their money count for the day, and living for tomorrow.

One could easily see a focal point in any community, the watering hole. Here, in Rawhide Hieghts, a small slum, the Galloping Giant was that focal point.

Drake

As usual, when his mother left for her job at the Galloping Giant, the local watering hole, his day was to be spent his way.

Not that he didn't mind. On the contrary, he enjoyed the freedom he had. He was easily able to take care of himself. He knew how to cook certain things, and how to read and count.

As he made his way downstairs, he wondered what he'd have for breakfast. He figured since they were out of milk, he'd have some of the wheel of cheese that his mother had brought home.

Climbing up the chair and onto the table, he quickly found it. Taking the cutting knife, he cut himself a wedge of vatnik, the holed orange farmers cheese that was a local product.

Wedge in hand, he made his way out the door, and into the slums.

The town of Vi Nas wasn't that bad. At least the more affluent areas. Here, in the slums, one could easily get their pocket's picked, be mugged in an alley, or perhaps sold into slavery, if you found the right person of course.

However, in this part of the slums, one of the Captains of The Guard lived here, so most crime was kept away.

Currently, he was on his way to see his friends, the local scrap-children who always had something new to show him. His best friend, Patch, was the second in command of the scrap boys.

Though young Drake didn't know it, the scrap children actually were street orphans, living their lives, stealing what could be found. One simply could ask them for something, give a little cash, and within a day, they'll have stolen what you'd asked for.

Currently, the gang that Drake hung out with, the Rawhides, had a new leader. She was a Sea Elf and Human hybrid. Her name was Vicky, and she was a vixen.

All of 9, she still had all of her teeth. A big surprise, since most scrap children had lost one or more teeth by the time they were 7.

"Hey, Drakey-boy!" Vicky called out, spotting him "I see someone's managed to bring something for us." She motioned to his wedge of cheese.

"Yeah." He managed, "I brought you all breakfast."

"Drake, you're the best." Patch replied.

Drake proceeded to divide up the rest of his wedge among his friends, hoping to earn their respect.

He'd hung out with the Rawhides since they knew of quite a few corners around town that the builders probably didn't know of. They taught him Parkour, and street slang.

"How about Dragon boy gets his fingers." Vicky announced.

Drake knew exactly what this meant. Getting their fingers was a right of passage among scrap children. One got their fingers by picking a pocket, or stealing from a stall.

"Yeah." Patch replied "You've hung out with us long enough. You should be a true part of the gang."

"Alright." Drake sighed "I'm in."

"You can either steal from one of those stalls." Vicky replied, "Or pick a pocket. Once you've begun though, you can't stop until you finish the deed."

"Fingers, fingers" the rest of the gang chanted.

Drake smiled, and looked at the stall. It sold these red heart-shaped fruits, that looked delicious. He remembered them being called "Apples", or something like that.

"I'm gonna do it." He replied. He snuck his way back into the crowd, and approached the stand. He could smell the ripe fruit, making his mouth water.

He walked up to it, and in passing, snagged a piece of fruit. He was about to take a bit when he heard a voice.

"Thief!" the shopkeep replied.

He felt a whack on his hand, making him drop the fruit. He then was beaten with a broom. "Scrap kid!" the stallkeeper yelled.

"Wait a minute." The keep replied, laying off the beating. "You're Blaze Flarane-Flaragon's Kid." The shopkeep offered his hand, helping Drake up.

"I'm going to take you to your mother." The shopkeep explained, dragging the poor kid with him.

Galloping Giant

The galloping Giant was rather unimpressive as most taverns went. Here, one wouldn't find quest trophies on the walls, or swords of local renown.

Instead, one found great food, a happy bard, and plenty of ale and mead.

The barkeep for this season, a Sparksite named Blaze Flarane-Flaragon, was whipping down the bar, hoping to see the day go by.

Blaze

She was finally feeling a letup with the orders. A good thing, since she always thought the people who came here were slightly perverted, especially the elves.

Whenever she would walk by certain customers, they'd reach out and pinch her butt. When she would bend over, they always looked down her top. Whenever she took their orders, she was always hit on.

She didn't mind all of the objectification because she did it for her son, a good boy who she could always trust.

However, when a shopkeeper that did business in her part of town came in with Drake in tow, her heart sank some.

"You won't believe what I caught your son doing." The elf replied "He stole an apple from my stand."

"Drake!" she replied, turning to her son "Is this true?"

"Yes mother." He sighed.

Drake

He felt terrible. Not because he'd gotten caught, but because of his mother's reaction. He knew that this was breaking her heart.

"I'm sorry." He sighed "I simply wanted to fit in with the Rawhide kids."

"So you stole like a scrap-kid?" she asked "You know better than to steal."

"I wanted to fit in though." He sighed again "They're the only kids who didn't call me outlander."

"And so you stole?" she asked "You certainly know better than to steal. I trusted you to keep for yourself, and you betrayed it."

"Are you mad?" he asked.

"No," she replied "Just disappointed."

He felt terrible. He'd justmanaged to disappoint the one fixture in his life.