LOCATION: Max's Throne Room
MAX'S POV
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I sat on the satin cushions of my throne, my chin resting on my right hand, and my left plainly tapping the armrest.
"Your Royal Highness, please welcome, Lord Jessica Aphmau of Pheonix Drop!" Sir Cory announces, carefully adjusting his camera lens as she walked. My old friend gave a curtesy in her elegant, yet fit for survival-like outfit. I dismissed my guards, signaling we were to have a private chat. Aphmau looked at my bored expression, leaning on the right armrest of my throne.
"Something's troubling you Max, I can just tell." She says. It was true. She could tell I was thinking something, no matter what mask I tried to wear. Her midnight black hair glistened in the light of the grand, crystal chandelier. I sigh, looking her in her auburn eyes.
"Well, if you really must know . . ." I start.
"And I really must," Aphmau tells me, causing me to roll my eyes. We were best friends, like brother and sister, if you will.
"The Metal-Eater is stealing and consuming the city's metal supplies. But they're things like Lady Lizzie's brooch, from yesterday. Last week it was King Sky's diamond encrusted sunglasses." I explain. She nods understandingly.
"There's something else though," Aph says, tilting her head in concern. I sigh again.
"There is also rumors of a group plotting an assassination attempt. But no one knows of their whereabouts, or who is participating in it." I tell her.
"No information from anyone? Anyone at all?" Jess asks.
"Nope, nothing. Absolutely, positively, no information, or anything useful for that matter, at all." I grumble unhappily. The rumors might have just been some gossip that were as trashy as wooden tools. She frowns.
"Well, if anyone's gonna try, they'll be in the Nether before they can say 'Apple'." She laughs, nudging my shoulder. I let out a chuckle. I hope my thoughts are as true as the crown atop my bright, ginger hair.
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LOCATION: The Mithzan Bank
(Yeah, that's a thing.)
YOUR POV
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The alarm rang out through the city, probably all the way to the castle. I perched atop the bank, and right behind the golden painted 'Z' too, just so I could see the people's freaked-out expressions. I took my dagger and wiped it off on my shirt, the blood seeping into my leather vest.
"Guess I'll have to steal another one, because I don't think that stain's comin' out any time soon. . ." I mumble to myself.
"HEY! THERE SHE IS! UP ON THE ROOF!" Someone cries out. The guards' heads perk up, looking at my current location.
"Time to get moving!" I cheer sarcastically to myself. The reason I had blood on my dagger was, well, a couple people . . . Got in the way. But don't worry, they're not dead, just unconscious with minor harm.
I think.
As I sprinted across the rooftops, I accidentally tripped on a loose shingle, falling into the alleyway. The guards ran in, blocking the front of the path.
"It's the end of the line Metal-Eater." One of the men states, letting out a dark laugh. I took in my surroundings. Two dumpsters on either side, drain pipe to the left, wall behind me, iron ladder to the right. The bag of gold nuggets I stole from the bank were safely secured in a fabric bag on my leather belt.
"Is it?" I say, taking out a weakness potion and a slowness potion.
"Is it really?" I say, letting the grin on my face widen. I threw the potions on the ground, jumping onto the metal ladder and onto another rooftop. I swiftly ran to Shelby's house, checking to make sure no one besides her were in there. I had moved my things into her house, as my location had to be changed every couple of weeks or so.
I crawled through one of the open windows, closing it immediately after, and then secured the rest of the household. I took the small bag off of my belt, making sure all of the gold was there.
"Sixty-four golden nuggets, a full stack. This should last me . . . 'Bout a week, I think?" I estimate, raising an eyebrow while I calculated inside my head. Unknowingly, I grabbed a couple and stuffed them in my mouth. At the realization of my actions, I just chuckled at myself.
"Make that, just sixty gold nuggets." I corrected, closing the bag. I walked into the guest room—where I was staying for the next couple of weeks or so—and opened up the chest next to my bed at the back of the room. I proceeded to messily dump the gold in it, and then threw myself on the bed.
"Days like these really tire you out." I mumble, followed by a yawn. I reached into the chest—and buried my face in the pillows—and fumbled with my clock. I glanced at it. Around seven o'clock. Time flies when you're robbing banks!
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