The Mistborn and the Masked Brigade *mistborn fanfic*

Chapter 1--The Basin

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When the sky is thick with mist, you know something in the Basin is changing.  The mist is a reaction to great events in our world.  It's calling card, you could say.  --A skaa storyteller     

Apondrea wasn't scared of heights.  As she soared over the rooftops of Elendel, she fought the urge to scream with laughter.  She'd done that once, not only had it woken up the townspeople, it'd had almost started a riot.  

Luckily, nobody had ever figured out where the shouts had come from.  Apondrea had been able to sneak back into bed and gasp with surprise when she heard it from the servants the following morning. 

The night was clear as she deposited another coin toward the ground.   She watched it fall, spiraling down with it until the last second.  Apondrea then reached into her metal reserves and pushed.  Up she sprang again, feeling night's mist tickling her cheeks.  This was her favorite part of her weekly nocturnal excursions.  The feeling of complete and utter freedom. 

As a princess of Elendel, she didn't get that much.

Apondrea jumped around until she startled a scrounging cat.  It yowled, causing the cloaked girl to curse. With sigh, she supposed she better get to work.  The longer she was out, the more of a chance there was to being discovered.  If her father knew what she did with her powers.....he'd probably put her on a twenty-four hour watch.  He'd never approved of mistborn's handing out justice how they saw fit.  He thought everything should be solved in a martial court with a jury and proper judges.

His daughter respectively disagreed.

Sometimes cases were rigged or the jury bought off, especially when it came to the rich.  Her father tried to fix things on his own, but as the Peoples Elected Monarch...he honestly couldn't do much about it on his own.  Which was why Apondrea disobeyed every rule her father and mother tried to impressed upon her.

Tonight's business was simple.  The princess had to plan a jailbreak. 

The courts had falsely accused a man of stealing from the palace treasury.  Apondrea had sat in on the very case.  Something hadn't seemed right, so she'd simply investigated.  Sure enough, an hour of ease-dropping and snooping had proved the man innocent.  The true culprit was a "Rixby Maxalin", an assistant accountant of her father's.  He'd skipped town a week before the theft was discovered, leaving his fellow assistant to take the fall. 

It was so obvious, there was no way this poor man deserved to spend the next five years in prison.  So she was going to break him out. 

The princess headed to the east side of Elendel, where the prison was located.  The city glowed softly from the oil lamplights and late night taverns.  It was a scraggly city, branching out into eight sections and coming together in the middle.  Nobody had really planned it that way, things just....grew around the Basin.  Crops sprouted without needing to be tended, trees grew almost twice as fast, and population had swelled in recent years. 

Things were better than ever before.  Which was why it made no sense that crime was rising.  Over the last year, there had been a significant increase in theft, muggings, and unrest.  It made The Lord Mistborn pace his study late into the night, sometimes muttering things to himself.  It'd worried Apondrea so much, that she'd decided to take things apon herself.  She was a Mistborn, was she not?  What was the use off all this power if she couldn't use it to help her city? 

Finally arriving at her destination, the princess quietly let herself down on a rooftop across form the jail.  This wasn't a high security prison meant to hold Allomancers (with Hazekillers everywhere, plus bars and locks made of dullranium; it would've been nigh impossible to break into), this building was just made to house common criminals.  Nothing special and incredibly easy for a Mistborn to raid. 

Tonight was just scouting, to make sure she didn't come across any surprises next week.  Apondrea had never actually visited the prison she was preparing to break into.  Her father was all for his sons knowing the ins and outs of being a leader.  But when it came to his daughters....he could be a bit protective.  No way would the Lord Mistborn ever take one of his little ladies to a grimy prison where they....

Apondrea's thoughts drew to a sudden halt.  She was being followed. 

Again.

A few houses down, standing in the shadows of a office building was a man.  He was staring straight up at her.  Even from this distance she could tell.

She flared her tin to get a better look at her follower.  Cocky smirk, barefoot, and crossed arms, there was no mistaking him.  The princess fingered the golden mask fondly, slipped a coin under her tongue (for safety), and lowered herself to the ground.  She stormed toward her stalker, murder on her face. 

"How many times do I have to tell you not to follow me?!" She whispered in a harsh voice. 

"It doesn't matter how many times you tell me, masked girl." The boy said.  "If you don't want me following you, you better stop visiting my bar."  

Apondrea gave a grunt of disapproval.  She really did have to stop frequenting the Blue Boned Kandra so often.  She was beginning to be recognized, but the princess in her couldn't resist the relatively clean tables, non-stinking patrons, not to mention the delicious food.  

"One, it's not your bar.  Two, go home and don't follow me again.  I have actual work to do."

The man must have been in his late teens or early twenties.  He had a cats grace if he'd been able to keep up with her and not be seen.  "I would if I could.  You see, my curiosity always gets the better of me.  I'm afraid your stuck with me."  He gave her a lazy grin.

"I could just stab you and move on."

He gave a quiet chuckle. "I doubt you could." 

She mentally sighed, was it that obvious?  She could commit a bunch of so called "crimes", but murder wasn't one of them.  It was too.....permanent. 

"I could try."  She attempted to squeeze some bravado into her voice.  

"Or you could tell me what your doing," The man shrugged.  "maybe I'd be of use."

She laughed.  "No way."  

"I think you'll come around to my way of thinking."  The boy turned around, as if to go. He then shot up into the air with a "whoosh".   

"I'll be watching." He whispered.  Only her tin enhanced ears could pick up the sound. 

Great.  A coinshot was stalking her, just what she needed.  She cursed, the prison guards were calling out to each other.  They'd probably noticed her follower flying away and were now on high alert.  No way was she getting in any scouting tonight.

That meant a man would be wrongfully imprisoned for a couple more days.  All thanks to a nameless stranger.  

The princess gave up and headed home to bed.             

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