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"•▪~Chapter VI - Part 1~▪•"

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"•▪~Chapter VI - Part 1: "Theif! Theif!"~▪•"
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|Narrator POV.|

As the sun shines brightly across the clear blue sky, Dream skips a head from his Father and Uncle with his friend Techno in the nearby Village's public market.

Dream brisks a head while the pinkette hurriedly follows him from behind with his wooden sword on hand, Dream notices a couple of men in Iron Armour scouting the area.

They caught his attention which made him slow down his pace, the pinkette reaches his side and looks at the direction he was looking at with a raised brow.

"Hey, Tech, aren't those symbol on their armour similar to the symbols on the kingdom's flag?" Asked dream as his eyes slowly looks at the symbols then to the sharp swords they were holding.

Techno nods with a grin, "yeah, if someone with armour or a vest has that symbol on them then that means that they're from the royal guards! Didn't we learn that in school already Smart boy?" Said the pinkette with a small snicker.

Dream plainly rolls his eyes with a smile, "at least I'm not in second place pinky" Dream smirks while flicking his finger at techno's forehead making him his in pain and giving him an angry pout.

While they were distracted by eachother and the royal guards they heard their fathers call out for them, Techno pushes dream back grinning widely and swiftly running towards where their parents were.

"Hey!" Dream tries to frown but his face broke into a happy expression as he then runs after the short haired pinkette, both giggling.

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As many people roam around the district, a small boy quietly makes his way through the crowd and slowly creeps closer to the stores stealing anything he can in hopes of not getting caught.

His dirty brown cloak helped him cover his hand when he tries to reach out for a particular item, as he quietly makes his way around the public market he notices a group of armoured guards talking with a shop owner.

His heart beats faster before he hurriedly turns his tracks and squeezes through the crowd earning angry grunts and annoyed hums in return.

He sees a small alleyway, the entrance being covered by several crates but he still managed to go through with his small body and was able to not get caught doing so.

He enters the alleyway that could only be fit by children as he crouches down and drops the items he stole with a tired expression, he sighs and looks at the things he stole.

Two apples, a piece of bread he sneakily took, a guy's bag of coins, and a half empty bottle of medicine that he stole from a sleeping homeless man on the streets.

He sits down onto the dusty rubble floor and leans his back onto the wall, sweat dripping down his forehead from the countless hours of running from the guards and angry shop owners he stole from.

He pulls his legs close to his chest and rests on his arms catching his breath for the time being.

He stares down at the now dusty apple that he dropped and takes one before wiping the dust off of it with his cloak and takes a bite after.