The moon was sad this night. Shining dimly as an abandoned beacon of hope but hope was not right. The right word would be despair, pain and grief. You ask how can a moon look this? Simply look at the moon on the sky… "Arr yers ready, Blue?" Brockin said to me, calm and relaxed.

I bite my lips and mumbles, "Aye butt tis better works… If tis doesn't… I'm kickin' yers ass…"

Brockin laughed, "Darrent warranit! Nuthin' wills 'appen yers have me word!"

I smiled, "If tis fails, yers owe me fife silver 'oins!"

"An' yer'll owes me fife yerself if tis works."

"Yers on!" I grinned. But then nodded as to say let's go. We swiftly headed to our destination, to where riches will be ours. In here, at Lhan Rhos, everything was rubbish. We live on a bog, we feed off disgusting food such as toads and beetles… Who wouldn't want a better richer life in these parts? We rushed up the stairs into one of the huts, this is the one.

"Wright… Looks in tha' drawers an' chests… Stuff yers pockets witt treasures – 'uns tha' will sells fer alotta." Brockin said, I nodded excitedly to respond then set to work. The room was filled with such treasures, finely decorated swords hung from the walls, paintings of fine art stood in its position, the floor was covered with beautifully coloured carpets, whoever lived here was a great explorer and rather rich I would say. The drawers were full of gems and pearls, there were gold coins as well! I never saw a gold coin – not once in my life and now I'm seeing dozens of them… I swiftly filled my pockets with these, I've no doubt that at the end of all this, we'll be the richest lads alive.

I was about to turn to Brockin to say my pockets were filled until I eyed at a wonderful sword within the drawers, it was made of some kind of beautiful metal, there were queer writings on its sides – perhaps runes were on it? I took the blade, it seemed so light in my hand but so strong at the same time, I clutched the handle, the handle was a wonderful shade of grey almost black. The sword was simply magnificent, I could wonder on about it all day until I heard footsteps… I turned to Brockin, he gave me a glare – time to hide! I stuffed the sword down my pants and leapt inside a large chest – Brockin followed me into it as well. Quietly we closed the chest and waited…

"Lookee 'ere Lari! I darrent cares o' all tis! Jest gits yers stuff an' moves!" A man grunted.

Lari exclaimed, "Oi! Sum'un bees into me hut! Lookee! They tooks tha' pearls an' jewels even me mithril sword!"

The man snorted, "Well, let's catch tha' thieves than! Probalby the urchins…"

Lari growled, "If yers stole 'em Hain…" Lari and Hain argued for a bit then went out, we could hear their footsteps going down, being distant…

"Arr thay gones?" I asked frightened. Brockin stuck his head out of the chest and looked around, then he said, "Coast's clear… Comon time ter moves…" We got out of the chest and scrambled down the stairs – thankfully those two weren't down there and we dashed back with our lives…

We live in an old, deserted, abandoned hut with the others. We've lived here all our lives – with the rest of the orphanage. "Oi, come 'eres now!" cried out Lain, the owner of the orphanage. "Did yers git tis…?"

We both nodded and presented all of our finds to Lain – well I did not give him the mithril sword… It probably wasn't worth much anyway and Lain has no need of swords, he has a whole chest of them! Lain smiles cruelly, "Well done m'boys… I'll take tha' jewels but yers toos keep tha' gold 'oins, yers git 'bout fifty gold 'oins… 'Nough fer a life times!" Lain took out a small bag and stuffed the jewels in there but we didn't care… Fifty gold coins… We were rich - we didn't have to live and work here anymore! We could do anything, buy anything…

We quickly went to our corners (since we did not have rooms since the room was big enough to fit about a hundred or so people.) "Fifty gold 'oins… We're rich!" Brockin exclaimed.

I grinned, "Yers can says tha' agains!"

"We're rich!" Brookin repeated with a laugh.

"Wat we're gonna do witt tha' money?" I couldn't help asking.

Brockin muttered, "Better food, git a place ter lives, better cloths…" Which was true enough, all we wore was a dirty old piece of sack covering our legs but from our waist up, we were wore nothing not even shoes, everyone in the orphanage wore this sack… Happy we were of our riches, we were tired… We slept on the cold, dirty grass for the last time in our lives! But I was wrong… So wrong…