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Chapter 2: Wally Thief
"Come on dear, I will do it for you" Clara smiled sweetly, revealing her two dimples on the cheek. The middle aged woman was her nanny but in some ways, she was more like a mother to Blaze.
Blaze's mother, Lady Edna, died, giving birth to her. Blaze doesn't know her mother really well, except from the stories that her father once have told her, at the age of three. Since then, she has been dreaming about her mother in every single night. She use to dream about Lady Edna, tugging her to bed and gave a good night kiss on the fore head. Sadly, she had mistaken the figure of Lady Edna with Clara. It is hard to fathom the pain at the death of an unknown mother. She was too young to understand.
At the age of nine, when Blaze began to have a sense to think rationally, figuring out the right or wrong, she began to realize about her life that she was living. Her hopes and dreams began to wander and finally lost at the end of the road. Everything turned to feel just like a dream.
Moreover, Lord Acasya slowly closes his heart towards Blaze. Everyday, Blaze grew up to be just like her mother. Her gestures, her smiles and her laughter, were all the same except she grew to be more loving and charming in her own way. Thus, in everyway, it brought back the painful memories of Lord Acasya of his beloved wife. He began to wander in an opposite side of the road too, confuse of what will become. Finally in the end, he became a thief, the most dangerous one in Frell as a matter of fact.
Blaze sat herself down on the heavy arm chair and sighed. Getting ready for three hours just to wear fake beauty paint (translation: make up) was too farfetched to be taking seriously. Blaze turned her head slightly from the mirror. Her eyes were focusing at a wide open window, where a palace garden stands proudly afar. She began to wanderlust for the happiness and the peace that she never grew to have.
"You look like and angel, Blaze!" Clara suddenly beamed. She was running Blaze's hair through her fingers.
"Really?" said Blaze. There was a note of irony in her voice. She gave a twitched as Clara suddenly, tied her corset tightly.
I look waif and ridiculous, thought Blaze without looking at the mirror.
Mirror only tells lies; these came from her own perspective. After a while, her mind began to drift about her mother while looking at Clara's smooth gestures. Blaze smiled to herself.
Probably in someway, Clara looks just like Mother. Who knows?
Blaze continued to walk at her own pace until she arrived at the small river. She approached to the water side and looked at her reflection on the water. She didn't recognized herself.
The reflection held an image of a beautiful lady, staring back at her. The figure has a navy black hair, smooth fair skin and emerald green eyes, which glowed under the bright sun.
Was it her reflection? Blaze slowly put her face nearer to the water for a clear look. Suddenly a beaver sprang in front of her face. Blaze almost fell into the river but manage to grab hold on a long root of a willow tree.
"Stupid rat! I almost fell over. My Father is going to kill me if I ruin this dress! Urrghhh!" screamed Blaze. She didn't mean to be so vain, but she can't bare the thought of the consequences from her horrible father.
The beaver gave a number of loud squeaks.
"How dare you laugh?" Blaze shrieked. The beaver began to trail away leaving Blaze with a storm of rage. Suddenly Blaze laughed. She has never felt so stupid in her life, screaming at the innocent beaver.
It felt so good to laugh again…
After calming her self back to state, she splashed some water on her face and stood up again. After a while, she decided to head to the market to finish her assignment.
Stumble with a noble,
Steal with out a rubble,
Apologize and some curtsy,
And run with all your mighty…
That is so..so..wacky…How about crummy?
Blaze kept on making some rhymes until finally she reached at the entrance of the market. There, she stooped and looked around.
The market was crowded with merchants and locals. She walked around and wandered into the main aisle. She avoided the stalls that were supervised by an alert shopkeeper and by one or two guards. They had their reasons to be wary. Blaze guessed that one in the shoppers might be a thief, working alone, with a partner or two, or even with her own father. She couldn't pin point whom the thief but she trusted her instincts.
She turned down to the Ruby Alley, examining stall by stall for a perfect theft. Suddenly, her eyes caught on a young noble among a huge crowd of people.
He looked like a son of a Lords or at least a son of a merchant with the very well made satin clothes that he was wearing.
A perfect target, thought Blaze.
This will be like stealing a candy from a baby.
At first, Blaze pretended to look around the stall. She kept on looking at a small piece of ruby, shaped in a Griffin miniature which was placed beside her very first victim.
Somewhere, around the stall was another thief, about to do a theft. He was wearing a crimson cloak, hiding his face with a long gnome silk scarf. She knew the thief very well. Only her father's follower has that certain kind of silk in town. Without any hesitation, she threw a dagger at the thief, which caught the cloak of the thief. He struggled endlessly but the dagger was strongly deep. Even the cloak cannot tear apart. He was stuck there, struggling hard and with that, caught the attention of the crowd. This threw the attention of the ruby merchants too.
"Thank you, young girl…My business will surely slowed down if you haven't captured him…Thank you ever so much, lady" he pleaded. He then gave a small bow and went straight to the thief.
This caught the attention of her victim, the young noble beside her. Blaze noticed but still continues on with her act, examining the ruby.
Boys are all the same…Too shallow. Saw a girl who can play with dagger, awh, what a girl! I need to know her… You better watch out who you are messing with…
With this, Blaze smirked. She could see him looking at her, in the corner of her eyes.
He then tapped on her shoulder.
Blaze jumped, pretended to look surprise. She purposely dropped a box of marbles onto the floor, making it all look like an accident.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you!" He bent down on his knee and continued to pick up the scattered marbles.
Fate suddenly turns on her. Blaze accidentally slipped on a marble and fell on top of the boy.
Wait, this was not part of the act!
Without wasting the opportunity, Blaze quickly slipped her hand into his pocket carefully, while trying to get up from the awkward position at the same time.
Blaze found a pouch of coin and hid it immediately under her skirt.
"I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to squash you..." Blaze then gave out her hand to help him stand up again.
Blaze felt her face reddened. For the first time in her life, she had blush. The young man smiled, sheepishly. He then gave a questioning look when he looked at the hand but took it anyway.
Why? Don't you think I am capable enough to help you to stand up? Huh..
"It's quite alright, my lady. It is my fault, too, you know. My name is Alan, what's yours?" he said, searching her eyes.
Her brain suddenly failed her and a flick of panic rushed to her mind.
I need a name..My name! My name!
"Umm, my name? My, name?" Blaze stuttered.
Her mind practically screamed at herself. Blaze was about to burst when a flicker of light caught her eyes. She turned around, scanning the stall. The light came from a sword, shimmered under the sun. She knew very well, the figure that holds such armory in the market- it must be the palace guard!
"I got to go.." said Blaze without looking at the person in front of her.
She manage to move her feet and ran as fat as she could. Every two seconds, she looked back just to ensure that she has lost the sight of the guards and the boy.
After scanning every corner of the street for a hiding place, she finally found a dark tunnel between two empty stalls. She might be out of view but just to be safe, she climbed the flat roofs of the building that snuggled in between the stalls. There was no ladder to use but luckily, boxes of crates were stack up and it was enough to let her climbed onto the roof.
Anyone who was not clearly a thief would never use the roof streets and jumped to every building to get out from the streets. Thankfully, no one looked above the roof and suspect anything.
After Blaze was quite sure that she was out from the market, she stopped behind a tree, panting. She was out of breath.
Dang it! Why did I have to make a fool of my self? And why on earth I stutter..Crimany..And, why on earth can't I use my bloody feet!
Blaze suddenly screamed at herself, hoarsely. She looked down and tried to slow down to gather her breath. To her surprise, she bent down and saw a dress that was covered with mud and some scratches. She closed her eyes for a while, hoping it was only her imagination…She opened her eyes again but unfortunately, still saw the same sight again…
I am died…
Blaze continued on walking slowly, cursing her self while slumping her shoulders. She knew the consequences of ruining the newly made gown. She was sure that she will not be alive by the next day. If she was lucky enough, she might get a glimpse of the sunset for the last time. If only luck was beside her…
Blaze decided to change her clothes using her old disguise.
If I have known the dress could be this delicate, I wouldn't have wear it..Urggh!
She carefully covered her black hair underneath the hood. She made sure nobody was on sight until she slowly starts walking her pace towards her sanctuary, hidden in the water meadow.
Somewhere back in a abandoned streets, pieces of rotting papers were hanging loosely along the walls. There were paintings of a blurred picture, probably have been soaked many times under the rain. Unfortunately, half of the man's face was hidden. It was hard to identify whether it was a female or a male. But under the paper was clearly written some short notice which said:
WANTED:
$350, 000
Prince of thieves
Dead or Alive
I would like to say thank you to:
VinnyRoxyFrankie – Thank you for the review. I appreciate it very much. I will surely review your stories. It is so nice. Keep up the good work, and I will try to learn from you. And sorry about the grammar mistakes. I can't get away with it, but I try. (Red Crescent honor..lol)
Breathless74 – Thank you. Blaze actually was wearing the cloak because… Well, you just have to read till the end of this chapter..lol
MysticMist – Yeah, I know. I have a bad grammar, but I can't, I really can't get away with it. I try to reread my story and do some corrections but I am not good in English. I am just soo..Asian…Can't get away with my original tounge. So far I am learning two language, Arab and Spanish..Guess what? Even my grammars in Arab and Spanish is a lot worser than this..lol..Teach me, sensei…lol..just joking, but I don't mind receiving some tips…)