A thief's best friends were the many shadows cast by the moon bright (or preferably, not so bright) up in the night sky. As people were off to their individual dreamworlds, it was easy to stick to the dark spots on the streets and in houses, and relieve those same people of their valuables.
A well kept secret, unbeknownst to many thieves, was that the night and shadows were the work of a goddess that was watching over them, enjoying the mayhem that thievery caused.
She had but one rule: never take a life. Any thief who resorted to murder would lose the luck bestowed on her by the dark goddess, never to see it returned to her.
And if you ever tried to kill a thief... You'd learn soon enough that she was quite capable of granting bad luck, too.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Historia CortaMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
