Into the Light

Chapter Eight: The Thief and His Crew That Hijacked My Carriage

Larmina sat in her posh carriage during the middle of the day, the curtains closed, her feet resting on the seats in front of her, and her spell book in her lap. It seemed very boring, but think of it as a "Lazy Sunday." Very relaxing and just free spirited, or in Larmina's case, cold spirited.

Fordezer Junivaul Ja Xsercese Kumee, Sephlyse nerwene yert loomex juleen. Helf ky wrallum ge anjem, un vescaus hij demvilef muhem, she read from the spell book, which was in the written language, Gezmir. She translated it in her mind to read...Burning flames of eternal hate, shower down from golden gates. Feel my wrath and anger, be prepared for scorching danger.

This was a spell that when said correctly, would most likely burn someone of pain and suffering agony. Yes, and before you ask, that was her mood right now.

Larmina sighed and closed her spell book, her brain already filled with previous memorized spells. Ones of the elements, natural disasters, the feelings and emotions, plus so many more. She was ready to drop dead from studying. Who knew what she would need to prepare for, the castle life is very unpredictable and daunting, having these is her way of self defense. Including fighting of course.

As she thought silently about her mission, butterflies appeared in her stomach once again, although this time, she didn't shoo them out. Believe it or not, they gave her courage, strength and the urge to carry through. She needed them to make herself believe that what she would do is real, and isn't something she would regret.

Image the nervousness you get before doing something huge, it makes you feel very uncomfortable right? But that uncomfortableness shows and proves that you are just like anybody else that's nervous; jittery, twitchy and anxious. It doesn't stop us though...well for the most part but you get what I mean, the feeling is there when you know it in her heart that you are going to do something big, and that's exactly what Larmina needed. To know that she would end up doing something worthwhile in her life. And just as Larmina was thinking, she heard a shout from outside and felt the carriage jerk to a stop, almost falling to the seat. She sucked in a breath and once she and the carriage composed themselves, Larmina got ready to shout when some other voices beat her to it.

Who the hell was that?

She heard fighting noises and muffles of a cry. Curious, she reached out to open the curtains when a figure dressed in black yanked open the door. Anyone else would have screamed but of course instead, she let out a frustrated breathe.

"May I come in?" The figure asked, gesturing his hand to the seat across from her.

"Sure of course, inviting a thief into my carriage is the best idea ever, so please, make yourself at home."

He smirked and rolled his eyes at her as he stepped in and sat, ignoring her obvious sarcasm.

"Who are you, what do you want?" Lamina asked, bored of the situation. Even the smallest of stalls would delay her arrival to the setting of her mission. "And what did you do to my driver?" She finished through gritted teeth.

"Well, I'll answer the second question first. We—,"

"We?"

"Yes we, I brought my crew along with me." The thief rolled his eyes agin, leaning back and resting his arms alongside the top edge of his seat.

"Ahhh I see. Great, the more the merrier."

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, the light of the morning sun shined through the window, hitting him on his face. For the first time, Larmina could see him clearly and not in the shadows that rodents like him prefer to lurk in.