AN:

Thank you to teenpain1 I'm sorry if I confused you. Clyde is the one who can't swim. Flint is scared of heights.

And Thank you to chichi its okay, the last chapter wasn't posted very long anyways. I posted it Saturday night then I posted chapter 5 Monday night. And you never know.

And thanks to minigir it was just something I felt that I should throw in there.

And Thank you to TheFishIsBack Thanks! Personally I think that Marianna is afraid of some things she just won't admit it.

And Thank you to nekuranekomegami word for word. Whoo-hoo

And thank you to littlemissmaggie Ah, okay then, Thank you. Whoa, you put a lot of thought into this plot. But me being a little evil, I'm not going to give any clues into what's going to happen. Because I know for a fact, that you aren't going to believe what's going to happen. As for posting another chapter, I try to post chapters as fast as I can; I work on the story everyday. And go ahead and draw! Although, I don't think there is anyway I can see them unless you email them to me. (And I think that you have to have an account to do that…)

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Back to the Story!

Flint looked around. He felt like asking if they were lost, but Clyde continued to insist that they weren't and that they were jogging in the right direction.

It was a little after two in the afternoon and Flint's legs were getting ready to fall off from jogging for several hours. But out of pure stubbornness, he kept going.

Their cloths had dried awhile ago and every once in awhile, Clyde would try to brush the dirt shell off his clothing. Flint didn't bother, the dried mud that had caked his arms had broken off when tried to get a mosquito away from him. The little bugger simply wouldn't die, no matter how many times he swatted at it.

He swore as it finally got him in the back of the neck. Something-probably the blood-had triggered the other mosquitoes and soon both he and Clyde were slapping at them constantly. To make matters worse, Flint didn't see the tree branch Clyde had pushed aside until it snapped back into place and drove into his gut. Clyde laughed when he helped his brother off the forest floor.

"I forgot how fun this is." Flint snarled. Clyde smirked at him. "I'm taking a break." Flint said and slowed down to a brisk walk. Clyde rolled his eye and shook his head. He made a cradling motion with his arms.

"I'm not being a baby." Flint muttered. Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Mind your own business before I push you into a puddle." Clyde sneered but turned around. Flint glowered. Great now he was the bad guy with his brother. He kicked a rock, it bounced off a tree scaring a flock of birds.

It was quiet except for the sound of the insects, the brothers slapping at bugs and once and in a while small woodland animals would make themselves known. Flint realised he was noisier then his brother. But then again, Clyde was wearing only one sword and his knife and Flint had his three weapons. His broad sword on his back, the sword on his hip, and his large knife on his other hip. It was probably a good thing that they weren't going for stealth.

He opened the shoulder satchel. He smiled at the sight of an apple. He took it out and bit into it. Something caught his eye. He grabbed it. It was the vase. He turned it over in his hands. Why had Marianna given it to him? Was it a test? Did she like him enough to help him steal? His heart fluttered. He stopped walking. His heart fluttered? Why did he have that as a reaction? Why did he have that strange feeling? His heart fluttered…Why? Fluttered…why was he even thinking about Marianna? Why did he seem smug when he thought that she liked him? Heart? Fluttering? He shook his head, this wasn't normal for him. He took another bite out of the apple. Would he like it if she liked him? His Heart… How would he feel if she didn't? He looked at the vase. Life goes on. He looked up at the sound of a grunt.

Clyde was standing there with his arms crossed. He was frowning in what seemed like concern. He looked down at the vase and his eye widened. He snatched it out of Flint's hand.

"Hey!"

Clyde turned around and shoved the vase into his own shoulder satchel. Flint didn't say anything. He wanted it, he could have it. He started walking again. She doesn't like you. She's a servant; you're a most wanted criminal. It was simply a test. Something for them to place a bounty on your head again. He told himself. He smiled. Those Royals were a sneaky bunch; it would have been a good test. He snickered, stupid little girl. Almost had him, the fluttering had been a natural thing; it happened every time a male would think that a girl would like him. It happened to every guy, even if they didn't like the girl. Flint frowned, he wasn't like every guy though, and he was going to have to watch himself. Be like Clyde and keep things to himself.

Flint opened his eyes. Pink sky showed through the leaves of the trees. It took him a moment before he realized where he was. He was outside. He sat up and looked around. There were the remains of a fire, smoke still climbing lazily into the air. Clyde was snoring and grunting in his sleep. He was leaning against a tree trunk.

The sun was rising, so it was early morning. Flint breathed in deeply, smelling the air and catching a whiff of some animal. It wasn't all that pleasant.

He looked back at Clyde and frowned. Waking Clyde was never easy, so he did the only thing he could. He pushed him over. Clyde landed with a heavy grunt as he woke. He glared up at Flint and made a very rude gesture.

Flint poked him with his foot. "Come on. We need to go." Clyde sat up. He stretched and once again, Flint heard bones pop. He nodded. He pulled out the map and pointed in the direction they needed to go. They once again started at a quick jog.

Today, they didn't run into anything like holes in the ground or tree branches, but the mosquitoes were still around.

They were running, suddenly Flint stopped. Clyde looked back at him.

"Do you smell that?" Flint asked. He took a deep breath in. Clyde nodded. "It smells like…" He paused. "Campfire."

It did smell like a camp fire. A dying one, but a camp fire none the less. He followed the smell. The brothers sneaking along the forest floor. Not trying to step on anything. They followed the smell to a very small clearing of trees. Clyde put his hand out, Flint stopped. He looked over his brother's shoulder. He spotted the camp fire, the flames barely visible and smoke pouring out like a signal fire. He looked over, and blinked. There was a pair of black boots. And in the boots, feet, which were attached to legs and a waist and a torso and the rest of the person. It was a young man, not even twenty-five and his face seemed confident even when he was sleeping. He reminded Flint a lot of Rider. He stepped forward. Snap. He looked down; he had stepped on a twig. He swallowed and looked up. The man turned in his sleep. He rolled off a small sack. Flint signalled to Clyde. Clyde snuck forward, and slowly grabbed the sack. He brought it back over to Flint who was standing next to the fire. He handed it to Flint. Flint reached his hand in and felt something cold and smooth. He pulled it out. The crown.

He frowned and looked back at Clyde. He knew that they were thinking the same thing. This guy is an idiot. He had walked most of the way obviously, and then fallen asleep- quiet soundly in-fact. Flint put the crown back in the bag. He tucked the bag into his shoulder satchel. He looked at Clyde and nodded his head in the direction of the thief, asking silently what to do with him. Clyde motioned with his hand to bring him along. A thought passed through Flint's head. If we turn him in, do we get a reward?

He unsheathed the sword on his back and so did Clyde. Flint walked up to the thief and gave him a rather hard kick to the side. The thief yelped and rolled. He ended on his feet, sword in hand. Flint had to give him credit for not cutting his arm off in the process.

"Who are you?" The thief asked.

"The Stabbingtons. Who are you?"

The man smirked. "I've never heard of you. I on the other hand am Obi."

Flint frowned. "What kind of name is Obi?"

Obi shrugged. "Now, what do you want?"

The Brothers stepped forward. "You're coming with us."

Obi laughed. "Look, I don't know who sent you, but I aint going nowhere."

The Brothers looked at each other. Clyde nodded.

"We come from Corona." Flint said.

Obi's chuckle died. "Corona?" He tried to compose his face and it failed miserably. "Why do you…why are you…why am I…Is that so?"

"Yeah. And we want that crown." Flint said taking a step closer. Playing with his mind.

Obi stopped for a minuet, before charging.

The attack was unexpected, and Flint barely managed to block the strike to the throat. Obi slashed at him, and Flint backed away. Obi, as young as he was, was good. He kept Flint back and when Clyde tried to interfere; he got a swift kick to the stomach and was blocked away.

Flint moved in, bringing the sword in a high arc, and missed. Obi laughed and ran. The little Bugger was running away!

Flint ran after him, but Clyde was quicker. He tackled Obi, and he lost his sword. Obi kicked and squirmed but he simply couldn't get out of Clyde's hold. Clyde transferred his hand to the front of Obi's shirt and lifted him high off the ground against a tree. Obi's feet dangled uselessly.

Flint sheathed his sword. It hadn't been much of a fight, but whatever worked.

"You coming quietly?"

Obi glanced around, for a minuet before looking at Clyde. His arm snaked out quickly and grabbed Clyde's eye patch as a distraction and kicked him again in the stomach with both feet. He landed and spun, ready to run and walked right into Flint. The smaller man bounced off onto the ground. Flint copied Clyde's hold on his shirt, lifting him and holding him away from himself. He didn't bother pushing him against a tree. He looked over his shoulder at Clyde. He glimpsed the scarred skin and muscle under the eye patch before Clyde tied it back into place. He scowled at the thief. Clyde walked up beside Flint.

"I'm never going to tell you who I work for!" Obi screamed.

Flint frowned. "You work for someone?"

Obi suddenly smiled. "I sure do. I aint telling who though."

"You will." Flint said, sliding his hand to Obi's throat.

He stopped squeezing when he heard a new voice behind him. "Put that thief down, he is the property of Corlana kingdom."

Flint snarled. "If I don't what are you going to do about it?" He said not looking over his shoulder.

He dropped Obi. He turned and he found a crossbow pointed right between his eyes.

AN:

I never realized that there were people who didn't know much about mute people. I have had some questions about it and I know this much about them. I thought I should just let you guys know, since Clyde is a mute.

Mute people as you know can't talk. But here is a list of things they can do.

They can Grunt

They can Snore

They can Laugh

They can Sigh

And I think they can Whistle.