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LHT:Chapter 1+
Chapter 1:"The Wrong Choice, At The Wrong Time"
Albion’s sky panned to a glimmering blue darkness...and so far the shop keepers walked off of their booths and headed towards their cozy. or somewhat poor quarters. Kids grabbed their books, banging their wooden sticks on the sides of the old buildings, taking age with appearance, becoming rusty, and a welcome mat to termites...But, of course, on shop keeper had to be the last to pack up and leave to his bed, and this one was not lucky. Usually, the last ones were the rich and greedy merchants, the ones who begged for more power. Though, power to them was in gold coins.
To repay their greed, they would have to endure an agonizing process. And this process was only but a few seconds, if they co-operated correctly and suitably. But unlike a hair cut or a new tattoo, this process was guile, stealthy, and gutter-like. This process, of course, was thievery.
A shadow overwhelmed the merchants shop, enlarging every step it took towards the fat, Richie. It spoke with action, not words, but mere sense of perspective.
The shop keeper threw the gold at the dark silhouette, shrieking in fear and grabbing his things, he ran towards the door. But to his dismay, the shadow stood in his way. And at the same time of this movement, the shadow made a tisk-like sound, frightening the merchant. And after, the merchant tried to move to the side.
The shadow moved to the side.
The merchant moved to the left.
The shadow raised his arm up to block the chance.
The merchant grunted, and waited for a response from the thief. And he received it. For the shadow used his other arm to get a match, and point it at the rich, porky man.
"No..no!" He cried, stepping back. But the shadow stepped forward, and quickly lit the match by sliding the little stick down the merchants sleeve, “You can't!"
The thief laughed silently and silently enough for the merchant to hardly hear.
And as the robber noticed the merchant only needing for a cessation, he took the match that was filled with fire, and put it over a candle.
The candle reacted to the act, and its tip caught on fire. The merchant was relieved, thinking the match would go on him at first. But his relief was soon to fade away, as the shadow grabbed the candle, and slowly moved it towards his face, revealing a surprise.
It was a young man, about 23 or so. But the merchant could only tell from the piercing, blue eyes the thief obtained, for he had an assassin suit on, and a scarf hiding half of his face. He was wearing a hood over the mask, and had a dirty, black robe with a slit in the middle, to hide most of his simple assassin wear.
The thief blinked, and even that action made the merchant scared. He knew how quick assassins were to the blink of an eye. “Not enough gold..."The assassin murmured.
"What? “The merchant scratched his head, “I can't understand--"
"You heard me, old man,” The assassin dropped the candle and took out a short sword, curved and short to be a long dagger, “I need more gold...how am I supposed to hunt for more **** if I can't finance myself...ha-ha"
The merchant placed his hand over his bag, seeming to have some gold in it, “That’s all you need, and that's all I have,"
The assasin cocked one eyebrow,"Really?"
"Of course,"The porky stub replied,"And anyway, if your just going to hunt for ****, then your purpose here is useless.."
It was a brave response to tell a assasin.
Too brave.
"Very courageous for an old, fat like yourself,"The thief cut a small portion of the merchants neck, leaving a short cut, causing a drip of blood dropping the floor,"That is, if you were talking to a..I don't know..a foe of some sort..but my friend, you are talking to a assasin..and a pro at the most..so the choice you made just then..well"
The thief held his hand over the candle, turning off the portion of light that the merchant needed.
"was very idiotic..."
The merchant flew out of the shop, without his bags, running for his life towards his home,"Damn you thief!"
The shadow climbed up the house, pulling his hood up more, as it started to slide down. He then picked up the sign below him, for the shop, and backwards, carved a lions head over the "Teds Armor Fancy" text, laughing slightly, and placed it back on the two pins holding it up on top of the shop.
And in just a quick flash, a stone on his side glowed a erie blue, creating a swirl of lights swirving around the shadows body.
"Good as new.."The thief muttered, and put his sword back on his side, grinning with the act he had just done.
((So..what do you guys think?))
Chapter 1:"The Wrong Choice, At The Wrong Time"
Albion’s sky panned to a glimmering blue darkness...and so far the shop keepers walked off of their booths and headed towards their cozy. or somewhat poor quarters. Kids grabbed their books, banging their wooden sticks on the sides of the old buildings, taking age with appearance, becoming rusty, and a welcome mat to termites...But, of course, on shop keeper had to be the last to pack up and leave to his bed, and this one was not lucky. Usually, the last ones were the rich and greedy merchants, the ones who begged for more power. Though, power to them was in gold coins.
To repay their greed, they would have to endure an agonizing process. And this process was only but a few seconds, if they co-operated correctly and suitably. But unlike a hair cut or a new tattoo, this process was guile, stealthy, and gutter-like. This process, of course, was thievery.
A shadow overwhelmed the merchants shop, enlarging every step it took towards the fat, Richie. It spoke with action, not words, but mere sense of perspective.
The shop keeper threw the gold at the dark silhouette, shrieking in fear and grabbing his things, he ran towards the door. But to his dismay, the shadow stood in his way. And at the same time of this movement, the shadow made a tisk-like sound, frightening the merchant. And after, the merchant tried to move to the side.
The shadow moved to the side.
The merchant moved to the left.
The shadow raised his arm up to block the chance.
The merchant grunted, and waited for a response from the thief. And he received it. For the shadow used his other arm to get a match, and point it at the rich, porky man.
"No..no!" He cried, stepping back. But the shadow stepped forward, and quickly lit the match by sliding the little stick down the merchants sleeve, “You can't!"
The thief laughed silently and silently enough for the merchant to hardly hear.
And as the robber noticed the merchant only needing for a cessation, he took the match that was filled with fire, and put it over a candle.
The candle reacted to the act, and its tip caught on fire. The merchant was relieved, thinking the match would go on him at first. But his relief was soon to fade away, as the shadow grabbed the candle, and slowly moved it towards his face, revealing a surprise.
It was a young man, about 23 or so. But the merchant could only tell from the piercing, blue eyes the thief obtained, for he had an assassin suit on, and a scarf hiding half of his face. He was wearing a hood over the mask, and had a dirty, black robe with a slit in the middle, to hide most of his simple assassin wear.
The thief blinked, and even that action made the merchant scared. He knew how quick assassins were to the blink of an eye. “Not enough gold..."The assassin murmured.
"What? “The merchant scratched his head, “I can't understand--"
"You heard me, old man,” The assassin dropped the candle and took out a short sword, curved and short to be a long dagger, “I need more gold...how am I supposed to hunt for more **** if I can't finance myself...ha-ha"
The merchant placed his hand over his bag, seeming to have some gold in it, “That’s all you need, and that's all I have,"
The assasin cocked one eyebrow,"Really?"
"Of course,"The porky stub replied,"And anyway, if your just going to hunt for ****, then your purpose here is useless.."
It was a brave response to tell a assasin.
Too brave.
"Very courageous for an old, fat like yourself,"The thief cut a small portion of the merchants neck, leaving a short cut, causing a drip of blood dropping the floor,"That is, if you were talking to a..I don't know..a foe of some sort..but my friend, you are talking to a assasin..and a pro at the most..so the choice you made just then..well"
The thief held his hand over the candle, turning off the portion of light that the merchant needed.
"was very idiotic..."
The merchant flew out of the shop, without his bags, running for his life towards his home,"Damn you thief!"
The shadow climbed up the house, pulling his hood up more, as it started to slide down. He then picked up the sign below him, for the shop, and backwards, carved a lions head over the "Teds Armor Fancy" text, laughing slightly, and placed it back on the two pins holding it up on top of the shop.
And in just a quick flash, a stone on his side glowed a erie blue, creating a swirl of lights swirving around the shadows body.
"Good as new.."The thief muttered, and put his sword back on his side, grinning with the act he had just done.
((So..what do you guys think?))
