Chasing The Thief
Chap.2
My stare averts to the floor, and a gentle hand is on my shoulder now.
"Miss….haven't you had enough?" His tone is gentle, courteous, but his voice too different. I shrug his hand off, and I yawn.
He is a thief, but he is pure
His eyes are the rising sun, part of his allure
His skin is the earth, dirty and tan
His voice is the wind, smooth and gentle for such a man
And when he laughs, a new star is born
People simply don't talk like that anymore. I turn to see the young man's emerald eyes.
"I'm fine." I assure him, but when I stand I stagger, and he needs to steady me.
"Miss….if you need, the room my companions and I isn't too far." He leads me to his room, and I do not argue.
His companions seem less than enthusiastic about me, though I hardly am any more enthusiastic about them….especially the golden eyed boy. I yawned once more, and turned to the boy,
"Kid, do you have a sun?" It sounds awkward, but no more awkward than his answer.
"Sanzo." He points to the monk.
"That's good kid."
Because without a sun, there can be no sunset,
and the moon will never show
and no lessons will be learned by those below
"Miss…?"
"Izarra. I'm looking for someone. I need to find him."
"Who?"
"…The Golden Thief."
He with eyes of gold
He with hair of copper,
And skin of the earth
He with wit of the gods
He with speed of the wind
And strength of the mountains
He who comes and goes with nary a word
He who carries many,
But shares none
He who is the Golden Thief
"Why are you looking for him?"
"It's none of your business." I tell the boy. And in my mind, I must still remind myself…
I'll chase you to the end of time
I'll change your fact to myth
To all four corners of the earth
And even to the fifth
I'll chase you forever…I'll chase you because no one else dares to. I'll chase you because I can. I'll make your fact of being un-catchable to being a myth. I'll chase you wherever you may hide, be it earth, heaven, or hell.
I do not fear those who may attempt to stop me, or those that usually might. I do not care how clever, or how lucky you are. I'll catch you.
I do not fear my punishment
By karma or by jury
No tempered wit or stroke of luck
Can save you from my fury
No matter what….I'll catch you, Golden Thief.