As the sun peaked over the mountains, sending its golden glow into the sleeping village below, a rooster crowed signaling its arrival bringing dawn. The morning market started to fill with merchants and customers. The chaos started to pick up speed as the sounds of feet and wood scraping the cobblestone streets and sellers shouting to be heard over the growing bustle.
"Thieves!" Shouts came from the far side of the market and seemed to travel like fire through the crowd. "Thieves! Stop them!" Part of the crowd looked to see a pair of cloaked figures running from two red-faced merchants with pastries and apples in their hands. The two thieves nodded to each other and split up. Some guards that heard the commotion ran after one of the thieves as did one of the merchants. The other sighed and ran in the direction he saw the other go. Little did he know that his quarry was just above him, perched on the village's many thatched roofs. Smirking underneath her hood, the thief checked to make sure the coast was clear. When no one else walked down the path, she climbed down and dashed towards their hidden meeting spot.
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Introduction of My Worlds
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