Queen of daylight

Chapter two.

I've graciously been given the job of stealing today since no one else can steal without a load of imperials chasing them. The street of Allerah is extremely busy today which makes it the perfect day for pick pocketing. I wore my hood today to cover my identity so no one spots me and brings attention to my character, it's hard blending in when your so known, I might aswell be a royal. Stalls and building surrounds everyone giving the illusion the street is smaller then it actully is. Peasants fill the street going all different ways making it hard to weave through the crowd, two imperials are standing next to a small stand with clothes and other fabric choices on display but it's what in display that has my attention. A jar filled to the brim with schillings sits just waiting to be stolen, probably the reason why they have imperials watching over the stand while the owner has left. A idea is already buzzing in my head when;I notice two men aurguing on the other side of the street, a smile creeps up in face making my way to them.

I push my way through the crowd, stomping through puddles and mud til I reach the two baffling men, walking past one of them I shove him into the other guy sending them both into a particularly large puddle of water. They land with a grunt and the guy I shoved starts defending himself saying someone pushed him, but I, already long gone by the time they both check for me. That only causes the man to get angrier and a fight soon breaks out earning the imperials attention, they both run over trying to tear them apart.

I weave through the crowed until I'm at the stall and walk past it grabbing a handful of schillings stuffing them into my pocket and disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway next to me, darkness swallowing me whole.

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"Casta valenga" (goddamit) I pause at the deep voice speaking Dalaritan. I turn around scanning the empty street spotting absolutely nothing. I spent the rest of my day pinching mere things from peoples pocket and then made my way back home but I decided to take a short cut down an empty street that belongs to the homeless. Empty buildings that people slum in along with alley ways where 4/5 chance someone lives there type of street. I hear a grunt of pain from an alley way behind me. Curiosity gets the better of me and I now make my way to the sounds of pain, peeking around the wall to the alleyway to see a pitch black, nothing there but a man, as if he is darkness, shadows do a good job covering him. He's slouched against a wall holding his side abdomen which seems to be blood soaking his shirt. He doesn't notice me until I clear my throat and when I do his eyes snap to mine. I can't make out any of his features other than his wavy black hair and his sage green eyes pinned to mine.

Unsure what to say I say something anyone else would say "are you okay?" I step out from the wall now standing showing my whole body to him. "Fine" he breaks eye contact and lifts his shirt just enough to examine his wound, clearly done by a sword. He's clearly an imperial by the abandon armour next to him leaving him inactive black pants and a plain cream tunic now stained with dirt and blood and god knows what else. A belt with a handful of daggers attached to it and a slot for a sword now discarded next to him with a small pouch with a handful of schillings likely inside.

He grunts in pain touching the wound soon to be infected, now would be a nice time having a serenity here, but why would I help a stranger who hates me all they have done is spit on us and call us useless names. A part of me still has a need to help him though so with a sigh I walk closer to him pulling my hood off. He looks back up at me studying my face. "You're her" he speaks out curiously, squinting his eyes he takes in my confused expression. Everyone either knows us to be a 'they' or a 'corrupt' if we are going to be famous for the wrong reason at least have to decency to know our name.

Now that I'm closer to him I can see his face just a little better I can notice his high cheek bones, straight nose and full lips with a cupids bow thick eyebrows and green eyes with so much emotion swimming behind him. His raven black hair is all messy and blood specks colour his face along with a few cuts and bruises. He looks as if god put all his effort into making him, not one bit of imperfection.

"You don't look fine" I say ignoring his 'your her' statement, looking at his wound likely to get infected soon if he doesn't patch it up. "Now why would you be so concerned about me" He rests his head on the stone wall "maybe I'm not" I shrug "I could easily get you patched up without any problems but that's none of my concern" I go to turn around. A sigh is heard before a whisper of words is spoken "cyabo zelba" (stupid girl) I turn around sharply. "How do you know that language" i squint my eyes at him. He looks up at me not a care in the word "know what?" He says it like I'm stupid "Dalaritan" I tilt my head "I simply do not know what you're talking about" amusement drips in his voice but his face remains cold, masked. "Cyabo xelba yia cyabo tesalmor" I go on "stupid boy with stupid words" I translated it for him. I go to stand looking down at him, he looks up at me a small smirk on his face. "My parents taught it to me" he shrugs. mulaxo zila (fatass liar)

I know for a fact there were only six mix's born which would either make him completely fae, which he definitely is not, every part of him seems human or- "maybe I'm just smart enough to know the language, I've heard how only fae and the exception of you know how to speak it. Maybe I know it so I can read what you curse under your breath so non to the villagers get cursed in there sleep" I scoff "bulzo" (bullshit) "if you know I speak the language then you surely know I can't curse anyone with the lack of power I own"

"Hate to break it to you zyalo" (princess) "but fae aren't the only one who can use the language" he hisses as he moves in a more comfortable position. I have been trying to teach my group this language for years and some random imperial knows it?

I know Runes stupid but he's not that stupid.

"That's impossi-" I get cut off "just drop it zyalo" he rolls his eyes like it's not the time to be having a conversation about a ancient language while he's bleeding out. "I'm not a princess" I'm anything but a princess, living in the slums, have a bad name going round for me, constantly getting into fights, stealing for a living, yeah anything but. "You go on like one" he shrugs giving me a slide glance. I roll my eyes turning to leave this conversation before I lose my shit. I hear him chuckle to himself along with a slight cough that he got under my skin.

"Cyabo xelba" i curse under my breath before leaving the imperial to bleed out on the street.

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