A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, but I've been at this campy school thing a ma bob. And I fell into a stream four times and I have an awful cold and I have to sing a concert on Sunday! (Moans.) Here ye go.
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Farid passed the multitudes of people on massing on the streets.
Farid's face looking indifferent was lost in the groups and crowds.
He was no different just a skinny black haired boy like so many others that you wouldn't look at him twice.
Though his palm was clammy and slick with sweat. Even after all the years of serving the thieves he was still worried that a guard would appear and shout thief.
He'd heard to many stories about what they did to thieves and each and every one made him shudder thinking about it.
If any of the other boys knew they would call him a girl or worse. So he kept this fear behind a mask of indifference.
He gripped the crinkled paper tighter as it began to slip a little from his slicked hands.
He was out delivering a love letter to a woman that lived in the western side of the city.
One of the thieves had seen her and was rather taken with her. Which meant Farid would probably spend the rest of the stay at this city going back and forth with letters and love tokens.
Farid hated when one of the thieves fell in love or something that could pass as love anyway.
It just meant even more chores for Farid.
He finally arrived at the woman's house or her father's house really.
Farid dearly wished he could just leave the letter on the doorway, but that would leave the job undone.
And thieves weren't known to be kind to slackers.
So he just slipped the letter in what he supposed was her windowsill and walked away.
Leaving the neighborhood, he started heading toward the eastern gates.
He wouldn't have to be swift though because the gates closed at sundown and that left him two hours.
The crowds were growing thinner as he walked on. The merchants were starting to pack up their wares and head toward inns.
Then Farid saw a sight far to tempting to ignore.
Farid had sighted a merchant trying to get his camel to move and on the ground there lay his coin pouch.
If he could snatch it would mean he might not have to delver the next love letter.
Farid creeped up silently out of the merchants sight and put his hand out to snatch the pouch.
Farid grabbed it and at first it seemed like it had worked and he had gotten away with easy money.
Until the coins in the pouch clinked together and the merchant looked up and saw Farid running, holding his coin pouch.
Farid heard the merchant shouting, "Guards a thief, a thief!"
Farid also soon heard the heavy thump of the guard's feet.
He zigzagged through the crowd trying to lose them and then made a sharp turn running into an alley.
Farid hid behind a crate and listened to hear if any guards came by.
After a good ten minutes Farid heard nothing.
So carefully he left his hiding place and walked quickly towards the gates before sunset.
A/N: ruler of all evil: You must have the coolest name ever! Thanks for the ideas. I was thinking of giving Mo a chapter, but I'm not sure so we'll have to see. If I get into a really somber mood some day I'll probably write a chapter with Mo in it.
I'm sure I have a few things in there that don't make sense. I'm not sure if these houses had windows on the first story. If women in this city could actually read I don't know! Farid did say in Inkheart that he had delivered love letters. I'm in a blank so you'll probably find a few more plot holes than the ones I pointed out. Thanks for reading please review.