THE THIEFCHAPTER ONE of... HOPEFULLY MANY MORE.
THE THIEF
Vene'sha cocked an eyebrow, "She's fantastic. You shouldn't have been so harsh
on her at the start. Putting her on probation- for something she didn't even
do- is outrageous."
Lord Wyldon snorted quietly and ignored Vene'sha's statement. He walked back to
the training arena to yell at the pages and squires some more about whatever it
was they were doing wrong.
Vene'sha bit the inside of her cheek. That Lord Wyldon, she thought, could
compete with a donkey- and probably win- if there ever was a Grumpiness
Competition. Does that guy ever lighten up?
Lord Wyldon practically roared into a page's ear about his poor stance.
Probably not, Vene'sha mused.
Vene'sha was a thief. Not that anybody knew, of course, or else she'd be
staring at a dungeon door right about now. She was fascinated with this one
squire, Keladry. In Vene'sha's opinion, it was about time a girl showed those
boys exactly what a lady was capable of.
Vene'sha tugged at her annoying, itchy clothes. She was wearing a circus tent
cleverly disguised as a dress. No, it was actually a dress, only a circus tent
in Vene'sha's point of view. The way these dresses were so damn tight around
her waist, and yet so boofy from around her bum down was infuriating!
I'm tempted to abort this mission just so I can free myself of these clothes…
Vene'sha thought.
Down in the training arena Kel wiped her brow. The training lesson had
finished, finally. Putting her weighted staff down she noticed a short girl
standing near the fence of the arena. The girl was tugging at her dress. Kel's
eyebrows knitted together, it wasn't often that the Court Ladies came to watch
training lessons. She shrugged it off. It wasn't important.
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Vene'sha was roughly 14 years old. A trained thief originating from a dark
corner of Tortall. She was here on a mission. She was Undercover, pretending
to be a noble. (How she convinced people of that is a completely different
story.) The King was giving a beautiful diamond necklace to Queen Thayet as an
anniversary present. The Necklace was worth more than most people made in half
a lifetime. Vene'sha was planning to save herself half a lifetime's worth of
work and steal it. She knew she was good. Very good. She was waiting for a
challenge like this to arise. Vene'sha refused to think of failing this
mission. Before the week's end the Necklace would be hers.
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Kel was walking to the library to the study group when she passed a girl. On
closer inspection, it was the girl that had been watching the training sessions
earlier that day.
"Hello, Lady," Kel said politely, bowing slightly. "Can I help you?"
The girl smiled at Kel brightly. "You're Keladry, aren't you?"
Kel gave her a one-sided grin, "Yes, Miss."
The girl nodded her head in acknowledgement, casting a shadow over her eyes for
an instant. "I'm fine, Keladry. Thanks for asking, but I don't need any help.
I was just bored and decided to take a little walk around." The girl paused,
"That is okay, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss." Kel answered.
"Well, I don't want to hold you any longer. Hopefully we'll meet again."
Kel nodded, "I'd like that, Miss."
Vene'sha breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away from Keladry. Vene'sha
was, in fact, lost. But it would be more than a little suspicious if she had
asked Kel where the Royal Treasury was. The King and Queen's anniversary was in
less than four days, and Vene'sha didn't even know where the Necklace was being
kept. The Royal Treasury was just a guess, you see, and if Vene'sha didn't find
any leads soon, she was screwed.
Ah, my first fan fiction. Don't worry; more characters from the Protector
Series will eventually squeeze themselves in the plot. I hope you enjoyed it.
Write a review, no matter how short, just write one! Please…
Liaska
THE THIEF
Vene'sha cocked an eyebrow, "She's fantastic. You shouldn't have been so harsh
on her at the start. Putting her on probation- for something she didn't even
do- is outrageous."
Lord Wyldon snorted quietly and ignored Vene'sha's statement. He walked back to
the training arena to yell at the pages and squires some more about whatever it
was they were doing wrong.
Vene'sha bit the inside of her cheek. That Lord Wyldon, she thought, could
compete with a donkey- and probably win- if there ever was a Grumpiness
Competition. Does that guy ever lighten up?
Lord Wyldon practically roared into a page's ear about his poor stance.
Probably not, Vene'sha mused.
Vene'sha was a thief. Not that anybody knew, of course, or else she'd be
staring at a dungeon door right about now. She was fascinated with this one
squire, Keladry. In Vene'sha's opinion, it was about time a girl showed those
boys exactly what a lady was capable of.
Vene'sha tugged at her annoying, itchy clothes. She was wearing a circus tent
cleverly disguised as a dress. No, it was actually a dress, only a circus tent
in Vene'sha's point of view. The way these dresses were so damn tight around
her waist, and yet so boofy from around her bum down was infuriating!
I'm tempted to abort this mission just so I can free myself of these clothes…
Vene'sha thought.
Down in the training arena Kel wiped her brow. The training lesson had
finished, finally. Putting her weighted staff down she noticed a short girl
standing near the fence of the arena. The girl was tugging at her dress. Kel's
eyebrows knitted together, it wasn't often that the Court Ladies came to watch
training lessons. She shrugged it off. It wasn't important.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:
Vene'sha was roughly 14 years old. A trained thief originating from a dark
corner of Tortall. She was here on a mission. She was Undercover, pretending
to be a noble. (How she convinced people of that is a completely different
story.) The King was giving a beautiful diamond necklace to Queen Thayet as an
anniversary present. The Necklace was worth more than most people made in half
a lifetime. Vene'sha was planning to save herself half a lifetime's worth of
work and steal it. She knew she was good. Very good. She was waiting for a
challenge like this to arise. Vene'sha refused to think of failing this
mission. Before the week's end the Necklace would be hers.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:
Kel was walking to the library to the study group when she passed a girl. On
closer inspection, it was the girl that had been watching the training sessions
earlier that day.
"Hello, Lady," Kel said politely, bowing slightly. "Can I help you?"
The girl smiled at Kel brightly. "You're Keladry, aren't you?"
Kel gave her a one-sided grin, "Yes, Miss."
The girl nodded her head in acknowledgement, casting a shadow over her eyes for
an instant. "I'm fine, Keladry. Thanks for asking, but I don't need any help.
I was just bored and decided to take a little walk around." The girl paused,
"That is okay, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss." Kel answered.
"Well, I don't want to hold you any longer. Hopefully we'll meet again."
Kel nodded, "I'd like that, Miss."
Vene'sha breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away from Keladry. Vene'sha
was, in fact, lost. But it would be more than a little suspicious if she had
asked Kel where the Royal Treasury was. The King and Queen's anniversary was in
less than four days, and Vene'sha didn't even know where the Necklace was being
kept. The Royal Treasury was just a guess, you see, and if Vene'sha didn't find
any leads soon, she was screwed.
Ah, my first fan fiction. Don't worry; more characters from the Protector
Series will eventually squeeze themselves in the plot. I hope you enjoyed it.
Write a review, no matter how short, just write one! Please…
Liaska
