“Hey! Who are you?” Drat! I’d been spotted. I turned around to see the speaker. He was a boy of about 15 with longish brown hair and doe brown eyes. His eyes were so deep and so brown that it seemed like one could swim in them forever and never reach the bottom… Augh! I must stop this nonsense. It will sidetrack me from my primary mission: reconnaissance. Placed protectively behind the boy was a younger boy of about 6 with angel blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
“What is it Prosper?” called a dark skinned boy coming down from the projector box.
“I found someone inside the Stella!”
“WHAT” Yelled a blonde boy of about 11 whose hair was spiked in all different directions like a hedgehog. “How did they get in?” He asked as he eyed me up and down.
“Should we tell Scipio?” asked a brunet girl with bangs and two braids over her shoulders. I knew that name. I knew the owner of that name very well…
“Are you kidding?” asked another brunet coming down the stairs in the back of the theater. She sported braids too but her hair was much longer and she didn’t have bangs.
“Yeah! The Thief Lord would kill us if he found out somebody got in here, especially a girl” Shouted the blonde hedgehog. He came right up to me and stood on his toes to look into my eyes “who are you?”
I took a deep breath and put a smirk on my face. I looked him back in the eyes and replied confidently “I am the Thief Lady.”
“The what?” asked the hedgehog, ruining my moment “never heard of you!”
“Do you mean to say” asked the bang-less brunet “that you are courting and/or are married to Scipio?”
“EW! NO!” I shook my head energetically “he’s my brother!”
“Oh… Ok!” she replied with a slight sense of relief visible in her eyes. “I’m Leona! What’s your name?”
“I’m Stella, the namesake of this theater!” I replied, “And who, might I ask, are all of you?”
“I’m Bo!” said the blonde angel haired kid. “This is my big brother Prop!”
“I’m Prosper” Said his brother, “Prop is sort of a nickname that Bo gave me.”
“I see! And you three are?”
“I’m Mosca” said the dark skinned kid “This is Hornet and Hedgehog!”
“The name’s Riccio!” corrected the blonde boy “It’s ITALIAN for hedgehog! There’s a difference.”
“Nice to meet you all” I said.
“Hang on. If you’re Scipio’s sister then you must know where Scipio lives right?” asked Riccio, eyeing me curiously.
“Yes in fact! I do! He lives…” I wasn’t able to complete my sentence before a voice that I knew all too well cut me off.
