Moonlark's POV:
Here we go. Time to steal. The palace is looking beautiful this fine evening, not that any of the spoiled brats would ever notice. I believe it's time to give them a taste of their own medicine, don't you think?
3rd Person POV:
The Moonlark slipped into an alley and started scaling the newly leveled-out wall that they think 'protects' the royals. Unfortunately for them, the girl is a self-trained thief through years of self-preservation and a measly wall isn't gonna stop her. When she reaches the top, she immediately jumps up and starts leaping from rooftop to rooftop, her footsteps a soft thudding in the otherwise silent darkness. It's a new moon, perfect for sneaking in the dead of night. Below her, the city of Eternalia is bustling with festivities, street vendors selling all kinds of trinkets, travelers roaming the busy streets.
The girl stopped, and scurried down a rusty ladder, pulling her cloak tighter around herself. It was midsummer, but the nights were still chilly in the damp city.
She slipped into the crowd, blending in with all the cloaks and hoods. Heading for the palace. Where she would give the show the people of Eternalia wanted.
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Stolen
FanfictionThe Moonlark, a well-known thief, steals from the rich and gives to the poor. She loathes the royals who spend on themselves, and forget about the people of Eternalia. The Shade, a not-so-well-known thief, steals for himself and lives quite exquisit...
