Night Thief

Chapter 18:The Rules

*Edited. 14 September, 2016 by SpiritWriter1

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-Victoria-

After mine and Sparrow's little incident, we left before night fall. Sparrow said he needed to do something and took off without me saying a word to him. I was now sitting on a roof, eating a apple. I paid for it---so don't worry.

Why did let Sparrow do that to me? I'm stronger than that, I thought to myself.

"Dragons of ages,

Blood in the sky,

Death to the ages, the rules of man.

People scream, as days go dark

For the ages to sing.

Assassins are running

Far from their home,

But thieves of the ages

Stay to fight for their home,

As the blood for a killer

Burns through their soul.

The death of the voice

Is breaking thin,

But the tales of a spirit

Is fading away."

I stopped singing after that, letting the tears roll down my face.

    "I remember the first time you sang that. You were fifteen then."

I turned around to see Harold, my uncle. He was a thief, but he never thought that I would become one. After Harold retired, he never stole again. Now, Harold is thirty four, and living with a family.

"You have a beautiful voice, Victoria!"

I smiled as I threw my other apple at him. Harold caught it, sat next to me, and bit into it.

    "Today's the day that I was taken' away from my home," I told Harold, looking at him.

He nodded, sighing next to me as we looked up at the sky. "I guess I should tell you what really happened after you left."

I looked at my uncle quizzically as he finished his apple before throwing it down the roof and next to some horses.

"What do you mean?"

    "Well, when you were taken, your father knew where you were, but he knew you were going to be a thief sometime in your life. So a couple months after you were taken, your father asked Arthur and Liz to look after you. For every piece of gold that you stole, some of it went to your mother and father."

    "After all the years I thought my parents died, but now they must living like wealthy people!"

That made Harold laugh. "Your mother is still waiting for the wedding invitations."

I looked at my uncle in disbelief. "My mother thinks I'm getting married? Have you told her I'm eighteen?" I asked him.

Harold laughed nodding. "But you're father is worried about you after he heard about you almost getting shot."

"Wait, how does he know about that?"

    "Your friend, Liz, tells him everything---even about Sparrow!" Harold stood up

"Wait! What? She told my father about . . . Sparrow? I'm not sure I want to know what happened afterwards."

    "Edward wasn't happy about you being with an assassin leader, but Hazel was happy for you."

I laughed at my mother's and father's opinions of Sparrow and I. Even though there is no Sparrow and I.

"And, I was meant to give you this.  It's a letter from your father." Harold handed me a letter. It had the thieves guild symbol on it. I opened and immediately recognized my father's handwriting.

My daughter,

After so many years, I've finally decided to write to you. When I saw the people I used to call my brothers taking you away, I knew you would get looked after, and I knew you would be safe. I was going to explain to you when you were older, to make sure you understood. I taught you my old ways to keep you alive, and after I found out that you were helping an assassin leader, I was surprised.

    Listen, my daughter, Sparrow isn't the man who he says he is. His father tried to kill me a few years ago, and after he found out that I still had a family, you and your mother, he assigned Sparrow the task to kill you. Don't believe him.

I want you to follow theses rules: Don't trust him too much, don't fall for his games, and don't fall in love---please.

I love you my daughter. Please be careful.

¥our father.
   

Why would my dad think that about him? I wondered. Sparrow cares about me. And why would Sparrow's dad want to kill my father, mother, and me? Why?