Lights flickered on the second floor and I could hear the anxious murmur of the people upstairs as they are awoken by the barking of the watchdog. I cursed and bolted out of the door into the night.
I ran nonstop, my feet slapping the cobble road below me. I breathed in the clear night air. The streets were all dark and empty and the sky was alit with stars. I smiled. I really love Cerise. The city is so beautiful with its shops and homes. I slowed to a walk, taking in the sights that I never get tired of.
I stiffen, thinking that I heard something from behind me. I whirled around. There was nothing on the streets. I was alone. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I felt a thud against my head and my head exploded in pain. And all was pitch-black.
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Story of a Thief
FantasyArietta's life turned upside down when her mother died and left her to fend for her sister from hunger and the clutches of her drunk father. She loses her memory, winding up as a palace servant. She slowly recovers her memory while she discovers the...
