Took me a bit longer than planned, but I'm writing some not-fanfiction.net stuff, so I'm kinda busy for the time being. Please review.
THIEVE
Tammy went through the streets of Corus, ducking her head so nobody would realise she was actually there. When she saw quite a rich looking man with a heavy purse just a few metres ahead of her she readied her-self. She slammed into him and quickly took his wallet away while apologizing again and again, almost stammering. His hand hit her cheek, and she went away, feeling how it slowly began to heat. She had been in Corus for a little more than a week now. She had kept out of everyone's sight, not mixing with servants or thieves or others. Her dirty clothes and face and her messy, black hair made her look like a great number of other street urchins here. She went into a dark passage and took out the wallet, quietly counting the money. It wasn't much, but enough to get her-self food for a few other days. She went to a pub to get some very needed food. She stood on her toes to seem taller.
"Some food and a beer," she ordered. The beer was cleaner than the water here. Besides it had a great way to warm her body, so she wouldn't need her Gift for it. As she took the mug and the plate and was about to sit down at an empty table as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to look straight into the huge, hazel and green eyes of a perfect stranger. He was around thirty-five with short cut, brown hair and beginning wrinkles on his handsome face.
"So this is the lad who thinks him-self to be above the taxes to the Rogue." The voice was threatening and told Tammy she'd be better of if she'd met him under different circumstances.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, flushing.
"Oh you do not? Come here!" He grabbed her ear and tugged her out of the room. She cursed under her breath from the pain and tried to position her-self so she'd be able to walk with less pain.
"I am George Cooper. I believe you may have heard about me?"
Lying was of no use against this man. He was too smart. "Yes I have, Your Majesty."
"Why didn't you pay your taxes?"
"I'm new in this city. And in the profession... I didn't know the rules."
"Strangely I am not looking as much forward to cutting your ears of as I thought I'd do. I think I would have likes you under different circumstances, but you must pay your taxes."
"I will from now on, Majesty," she said in a humble voice. Her ears were hurting her badly at that particular moment but she guessed she would still prefer having them attached to her head.
"One other mistake and your ears will leave your head. I hope you know this is unusual." He sighed. The girl reminded him about someone, he just couldn't place it.
"Yes, Majesty."
"You said you were new in the profession."
"Yes, Majesty."
"You are a talented thieve then. What else do you do?"
"I can beg and sing for money, but it's easier to steal. And it's way more profitable."
To her surprise the older thieve laughed. "I would like you to work hard and get me some money, lad. What's your name by the way?"
She hadn't thought about that one. She thought quickly... Tammy/Sammy... "Samuel, Majesty. My name is Samuel."
"Very well, then, Samuel. Go make me some money." Tammy nodded and went out of the door as fast as she could. With her knife tugged in her belt and her hands on the ready she went back out to the streets.
The Dancing Dove was warm and comfortable. One of the girls had said she should've been born into a noble family; she enjoyed it a little too much. That day she sat as usual by her seat near the door a boy of her age entered. He was noble; he obviously didn't want to show it, but his cheek-length, red hair was nicely combed and his clothes were just a little too clean. He smiled at her.
"Where is the Rogue?" asked he.
"Depending..." She liked to feel just this little glimpse of power.
"Depending on what?"
"Who's asking?"
"Thom."
"Just Thom?"
"Thom the younger of Trebond, if you want my full name."
"I don't. I'll find His Majesty." She smiled sweetly at him as she let her Gift search him the way the Rogue had taught her to. It was incredible: their two Gifts blasted against each other, emerald blue against blue-purple, just like their eyes, piercing into one another's. The force when her Gift was slammed back at her took her off her feet and both children landed in each side of the room. They stood. Thom smiled at her and gave her his hand.
"We think alike, I guess." He grinned.
"You're right," she answered, smiling.
"Samuel! What are you doing?!" It was the Rogue's voice. And he sounded quite mad.
"Sorry. I.." She tried to say more to him, but was cut off.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to use your Gift unless you are tempted?"
"My Gift is none of your business!!!" She was yelling at him because of the wound he had opened. No-one was to control her Gift ever again. And if she found the one who had sold her along with it... She found satisfaction at the very thought.
"Huh?" Asked she as it dawned to her that he had said something to her.
"I said your Gift is my business when you're using it against my friends. Especially since you are actually employed to work for me."
"George..." Thom was trying to get the Rogue's attention. "George it's okay. As you could see I did the same my-self. My uncle has taught me always to search people with an obvious Gift to see if they're threats. It logic."
"I'll leave it at that then, lad. Next time..."
"You'll leave me with what's obviously my business." She was scared that he would do something horrible to her or her ears now, but she'd never been able to control her temper.
I know this is not an ending, but I have no more time if I am to get all of my stories up-dated. As you saw in this chapter Thom and Tamilla will have an effect on each-other and each-other's stories. Please, please review.
Danie:)
THIEVE
Tammy went through the streets of Corus, ducking her head so nobody would realise she was actually there. When she saw quite a rich looking man with a heavy purse just a few metres ahead of her she readied her-self. She slammed into him and quickly took his wallet away while apologizing again and again, almost stammering. His hand hit her cheek, and she went away, feeling how it slowly began to heat. She had been in Corus for a little more than a week now. She had kept out of everyone's sight, not mixing with servants or thieves or others. Her dirty clothes and face and her messy, black hair made her look like a great number of other street urchins here. She went into a dark passage and took out the wallet, quietly counting the money. It wasn't much, but enough to get her-self food for a few other days. She went to a pub to get some very needed food. She stood on her toes to seem taller.
"Some food and a beer," she ordered. The beer was cleaner than the water here. Besides it had a great way to warm her body, so she wouldn't need her Gift for it. As she took the mug and the plate and was about to sit down at an empty table as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to look straight into the huge, hazel and green eyes of a perfect stranger. He was around thirty-five with short cut, brown hair and beginning wrinkles on his handsome face.
"So this is the lad who thinks him-self to be above the taxes to the Rogue." The voice was threatening and told Tammy she'd be better of if she'd met him under different circumstances.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, flushing.
"Oh you do not? Come here!" He grabbed her ear and tugged her out of the room. She cursed under her breath from the pain and tried to position her-self so she'd be able to walk with less pain.
"I am George Cooper. I believe you may have heard about me?"
Lying was of no use against this man. He was too smart. "Yes I have, Your Majesty."
"Why didn't you pay your taxes?"
"I'm new in this city. And in the profession... I didn't know the rules."
"Strangely I am not looking as much forward to cutting your ears of as I thought I'd do. I think I would have likes you under different circumstances, but you must pay your taxes."
"I will from now on, Majesty," she said in a humble voice. Her ears were hurting her badly at that particular moment but she guessed she would still prefer having them attached to her head.
"One other mistake and your ears will leave your head. I hope you know this is unusual." He sighed. The girl reminded him about someone, he just couldn't place it.
"Yes, Majesty."
"You said you were new in the profession."
"Yes, Majesty."
"You are a talented thieve then. What else do you do?"
"I can beg and sing for money, but it's easier to steal. And it's way more profitable."
To her surprise the older thieve laughed. "I would like you to work hard and get me some money, lad. What's your name by the way?"
She hadn't thought about that one. She thought quickly... Tammy/Sammy... "Samuel, Majesty. My name is Samuel."
"Very well, then, Samuel. Go make me some money." Tammy nodded and went out of the door as fast as she could. With her knife tugged in her belt and her hands on the ready she went back out to the streets.
The Dancing Dove was warm and comfortable. One of the girls had said she should've been born into a noble family; she enjoyed it a little too much. That day she sat as usual by her seat near the door a boy of her age entered. He was noble; he obviously didn't want to show it, but his cheek-length, red hair was nicely combed and his clothes were just a little too clean. He smiled at her.
"Where is the Rogue?" asked he.
"Depending..." She liked to feel just this little glimpse of power.
"Depending on what?"
"Who's asking?"
"Thom."
"Just Thom?"
"Thom the younger of Trebond, if you want my full name."
"I don't. I'll find His Majesty." She smiled sweetly at him as she let her Gift search him the way the Rogue had taught her to. It was incredible: their two Gifts blasted against each other, emerald blue against blue-purple, just like their eyes, piercing into one another's. The force when her Gift was slammed back at her took her off her feet and both children landed in each side of the room. They stood. Thom smiled at her and gave her his hand.
"We think alike, I guess." He grinned.
"You're right," she answered, smiling.
"Samuel! What are you doing?!" It was the Rogue's voice. And he sounded quite mad.
"Sorry. I.." She tried to say more to him, but was cut off.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to use your Gift unless you are tempted?"
"My Gift is none of your business!!!" She was yelling at him because of the wound he had opened. No-one was to control her Gift ever again. And if she found the one who had sold her along with it... She found satisfaction at the very thought.
"Huh?" Asked she as it dawned to her that he had said something to her.
"I said your Gift is my business when you're using it against my friends. Especially since you are actually employed to work for me."
"George..." Thom was trying to get the Rogue's attention. "George it's okay. As you could see I did the same my-self. My uncle has taught me always to search people with an obvious Gift to see if they're threats. It logic."
"I'll leave it at that then, lad. Next time..."
"You'll leave me with what's obviously my business." She was scared that he would do something horrible to her or her ears now, but she'd never been able to control her temper.
I know this is not an ending, but I have no more time if I am to get all of my stories up-dated. As you saw in this chapter Thom and Tamilla will have an effect on each-other and each-other's stories. Please, please review.
Danie:)