Thief

Prologue

             "Gotchya y' litl scumbag y', thought ya were gonna get away... But not this time, ehehehe" Said the guard as he grabbed my arm and proceeded to lead me down the path in the market place.

"This time yur really gonna get it." Every time he spoke it made me feel even worse.

I was only looking for something to eat, but do they understand that? No, they don't, "Get a job somewhere and make a few coin," or "Some aren't cut out for living," they say mockingly. It's not like I haven't tried to get work somewhere. I asked the farmfolk a bit of ways out of town for a job working in the fields, but they said they had slaves they don't have to pay to do the work for them.

I tried getting a job in town too, but, "I don't want some... some... street rat, working here scaring off paying customers, get out! Get out!" That's how most of the people I asked for a job treated me. 

It isn't my fault that I live on the streets. When I turned eighteen, the orphanage kicked me out, said I hadn't been wanted in 14 years and I was old enough to be on my own, so "out, out, out!" and now here I am.

The city guard led me to the jail house near the center of town and threw me into a cell. 

"Enjoy yur stay 'ere. It'l be the last one fer y'" He says as he locks the gate with a small key and walking back upstairs to the rest of the building.

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Dirt.

That's all that seemed to make up the floor and walls. Filth everywhere in the jail cell, but that's exactly what it was, a jail cell. I had to get out.

I take a small file from my belt pouch and i walk over to the door and quickly look around to make sure that no one was around as i start to file away at the metal bars.

"You know boy, that isn't going to work." A voice sounds from behind me as I jump from being frightened.

As I turn around I see that there is a brick missing from the side of the wall and an old man looking through at me. "What? Why not?" I say to him.

The old man laughs a bit and backs up as I look through the small hole. I see that he matches the fitting term old. His skin had wrinkles, His hair had greyed, all but his left eyebrow which stuck out blackened, he was missing one of his teeth on the bottom row and he had a scar across his cheek in the shape of a claw mark.

"Those bars are made of... of... Elven steel. A regular old file wouldn't work. If you really want out, your best option is through the front door." He points to the cell door as he speaks.

"Oh, alright... So I should just pick the lock?" I ask him as he stays silent

I look at him and he looks at me with a expression of 'Why not', so I move the the door and take a small picking set from my belt pouch.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out the lock and it clicks open and I smile and turn back to the hole. "If it's so easy to leave why don't you?"

"I have my reasons boy, don't worry about me." He slowly sits down onto the stone slab they call a bed and laughs. "Not everyone is cut out for living."

It takes a moment for me to look back at the door which i remember is unlocked and I go over and push it open. 'EEEEERRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEK!' The door squeaks loudly as it opens and I wince. In less than three seconds of it doing so I hear a dog barking and running at the cell door as I quickly shut it, it relocking, as the dog was snarling, baring it's teeth at me through the gate.

"Shut up! You lousy mutt!" I hear the guard yell from upstairs, the dog growling once more and returning to his bed down the hall.

"Hey! why didn't you warn me there was a dog" I say furiously to the old man.

"There's a dog." He replies. 

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End of Prologue.

Hey Guys, This is my first attempt at writing a story I've had in my head for a few years. I hope you like it!