Title - Love is for thieves.
Chapter title - Star Palace.
Author - OblivionsGarden.
Genre - Romance/Adventure Disclaimer - I do not own The Thief Lord in anyway shape or form. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fictions about it, I'd have Prop and Scip locked in my bedroom. ;) I only own the plot. In this chapter my O/C's are Autumn Harris.
C.4
Autumn's point of view -
"Id she dead?"
"No, she's still breathing, idiot."
"Poke her. She might wake up."
"Shut up, Riccio! Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Obviously not."
I could hear the voices vaguely, as though they were a few metres away from me. I forced my eyes to open and my head to look to my right. Three faces were peering at me. One was a boy with messy ginger hair and wonky teeth. Another was a dark skinned boy with a shaved head. The final one was a girl with two plaits and kind brown eyes. She smiled warmly.
"Hi. I'm Hornet. This is Riccio and Mosca."
"I'm Autu-...I'm Storm." My throat was dry and raspy when I spoke causing me to cough a little. Suddenly I realized that I knew their names. "Hornet! You...You guys must know Bo and Prop!" I pulled myself into a standing position as the three of them suddenly seemed very defensive.
"How do you know?" Frowned Riccio.
"Bo told me yesterday. Could you take me to him? Please?" They exchanged looks before a confirmative nod.
"Come on, this way. Although Bo will still be sleeping." Said Mosca as I picked up my belongings.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Half six. Why?"
"Nothing, just thought I'd slept longer, is all."
"Can't sleep long on the streets." Riccio half smiled as though he was remembering something.
We walked in silence down back streets and alleys until we stopped outside a metal door.
"Where are we?" I asked curiously.
"Star Palace." Grinned Riccio, confusing me even more.
"Otherwise know as the Stella." Hornet smiled.
"The theater?"
Hornet nodded. "It's been shut down for years so we made it our home."
When we walked in, the room was illuminated by star shaped lights on the stage and around the walls. I was lost for a moment in the simple beauty of the place.
"Prosper and Scipio should be back any minute." Said Mosca, sitting down in one of the many seats.
"Who's Scipio?" I asked as I placed my bags and guitar on the floor and jumped up to sit on the edge of the stage, wincing when a jolt of pain shot through my ribs.
"He's the thief lord. He brought us all here so we weren't on the streets."
I heard the door slam and a call of, "We're back!" echoed around the room.
"We brought someone back." Called Riccio as Hornet appeared beside me with a first aid kit.
"And who might that be?" Came a deep voice. Hornet started to use some damp cotton wool to clean away the dried blood.
"She says her names Storm. She knows Bo."
The sound of fast foot falls followed by a gasp caused me to look up. Prosper was stood halfway down the walk way between the chairs, staring wide-eyed at me.
"Hey Prop." I smiled and jumped down from the stage. He strode forward, enveloping me in a warm hug.
"I missed you, Autumn." He stated.
"Missed you too."
"Autumn? Who's Autumn?" Riccio's voice was confused and Prosper laughed pulling away from me but keeping one arm firmly around my shoulders.
"She is. Autumn Harris but Bo and I used to call her Storm because she has stormy grey eyes." He turned back to me. "What happened to you?" He gently pushed me back to Hornet who was patiently waiting to continue cleaning me up.
"Um...my, uh, foster father..." I looked down at my shoes, ashamed and embarrassed.
"Don't be ashamed. It isn't your fault." At the sound of the deep voice I looked back up. A boy of around 16/17 was stood beside Prop. He had long-ish dark brown hair and almost black eyes."I'm Scipio." He moved forward, extending his hand. I shook it firmly.
"The thief lord."
He smiled. "Call me Scip." I nodded as Hornet finished sorting out my face.
"What's all the noise?" Came a sleepy voice from one of the balconies. We all looked up to see Bo, rubbing his eyes. He yawned as he looked down at us, his eyes widening and a grin appearing when he spotted me. He disappeared and we could hear his footsteps thundering down the stairs. I jumped off the stage and knelt down as he ran toward me. He flung himself into my open arms and squoze me tightly.
"I knew you'd find us!"
I winced as he squoze my ribs and he moved back, anxiously. "Sorry." He mumbled as he noticed the cuts and bruises on my face. "Was it your foster parents?" I nodded and he moved to hug me again, gentler this time. "Well it doesn't matter now because you're back with me and Prop and we'll take care of you."