With every loss it became more humiliating. It was treated more and more like a game to them and she was always losing. At first the thieves were scared of her or at least acted like it. Now they were on a first name basis. They knew each other's tricks but not all of them. No matter how she studied, loss was thrown in her face.
The first encounter was before the urn. She was called to stop thieves from stealing jewelry. That month they were at her house. She pinned one of them and the other went feral, wrestling her to the ground and took out her eye with a close spark of fire. The girl was scared of her. She grew carefree. The fear subsided.
Solis tossed and turned in bed. They could always come back again. They let her keep her book but she couldn't understand why. Why even steal a fifty year old recipe? It had no monetary value. Someone knocked at the door. She could see the shadow casted under the light of the door. A glimpse of the soft red cloak with black stripes like a butterfly's wing. It was Duke but she was not answering, not even for a royal decree.
He saw them at least twice, she knew he was a strong mage but he never did anything to stop the thieves. He wouldn't raise a finger to fight for his own people. Solis begrudgingly stayed under the covers keeping still.
Duke knocked again and softly called her name. He couldn't even call loud enough to wake her up, assert his authority. He always treated her differently.
She made up her mind.
By morning Duke was gone. She got ready and grabbed her portal stone. It aided her to summon a portal across the continent. It only had enough magic for a one way trip so she was stuck there for at least days. She approached the city walls to plead her case.
Spiritus guards were hard to bargain with. She was ready to try anything. She begged and bartered. She offered her most valuable things and broke her promises until the palace doors were open to her.
She knelt before the demoness. The doors slammed close behind her pushed by several knights armed to the teeth. Hallow tapped her claws against her throne, impatient. Beside her was her strongest knight, Grimsilva. He had his lip curled and nose wrinkled showing his teeth like a snarling wolf. He remembered her. The golden knight below them was at their mercy for her interruption.
"I apologize for my failures, my queen. Please give me another chance.".
"Came a long way to grovel.".
Solis's eyes stayed on the floor, "I..."
Grimsilva broke from frustration, "Guards, why did you let her in!". He left Hallow's side and came down the stairs grabbing her shoulder. He shot a glare down at her.
Solis stumbled to her feet, "I-I have good news!".
"It better be important. For your sake.".
"I found Bishop's daughter. His real flesh and blood!".
"Impossible." The demon shot. "The only one ever seen with him is his-".
"Cacey Meadows. His apprentice. He has her!".
Grimsilva wasn't persuaded. Hallow held up her hand to silence him from talking.
"Go on.".
"I saw her with Meadows on a heist. She had his double sided war ax. She has curly brown hair like him and pale white skin. Red eyes...".
"You are certain this zoa girl is his kin." Hallow questioned.
"Has to be.".
Grimsilva crossed his arms. "May I speak, my queen?".
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Thieves' Honor
FantasyA young thief, Cacey Meadows puts all his effort into caring for his family. His pacifism and criminal behavoir is tested and repeatedly, threatened by knights trying to sentence him and his sister to death. He ignores the cost of his crimes since t...
