kickin it in midevil times

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Times have changed; kings and queens prepare for battle, bandits and theives run amuck, princes and princesses rebel against the very parents that raised them and the oblivious peasants don't know a thing. I know this because I am a theif for Ty, the leader of the black dragons theives we are the best exept for Rudi's gang who are just as good as us, so your probably thinking 'why don't you join forces and become the best?' and I have an extremely good reason for that; Ty and Rudi hate eachother for something that happened like 15 years ago.

Plus I am the king's daughter which probably explains why I told you the royals rebel against the royals cause I am part of them exept instead of joining the other kingdoms I joined the theives the black dragons more specifically. The Wasabi warriors which is Rudy's gang do this to survive but we do this to thrive, I hate it but they saved my life so...

I am currently in my chamber with guards outside my door 'protecting' me yeah right more like imprisoning me in my chamber which is beginning to feel like a prison itself. I hear the singing of birds but instead of being the normal it's the signal of the dragon, the dragons call as some of us call it, I race over to my window and look down at the court which is about 10  feet down, I sling my leg over the balcony and jump, landing perfectly on my feet at the bottom.

I race into the forest putting up my hoodie on the way and head to the camp to see what could be so important that they had to pull me out of my room with the guards just outside.

JACK'S POV

I wake up from my perfect sleep and look around my tent groggily, I yawn stretching my arms out and rub the sleep away from my eyes. Great, first one awake,  now I have to wake up the rest which is not as easy as you'd expect since we're all trained martial artists but I am the best so I guess I'm fine. I shake Jerry and he swings at me, I blocked his punch and sigh "Jerry wake up!" I whisper yell to him and he shoots up with tired eyes, he yawns and stands up not exactly willingly.

I sigh and walk out our little tent to see something I never thought I'd see; someone breaking into Rudy's tent, I pull my bow and arrow  from my side and line the already loaded bow to the person's arm and shoot pinning the person to the tree behind them by their cloak "Rudy! We got theives!" I yell to him atracting attention from my fellow theives: Jerry, Eddie and Milton. Rudy comes out of his tent and sizes the person up while heading toward him, he tries to pull the cloak off but they grab his wrist in a very feminine looking hand "Why are you here?" he asks and I roll my eyes.

We all know what he is doing here, trying to steal the stuff that we stole for ourselves. We could see the mouth and nose of the person and he looked like a girl but I'm not judging and that mouth turns into a smirk as they reach up to their hood "I'm here to deliver a message" the voice says and again very feminine and then she/ he pulls the hood down to reveal shoulder blade length ash-blonde hair with chocolate brown eyes that held no emotion at all even though there is an arrow being pointed at her head by me.

She looks at me and I finally recondnise her "Princess" I say in shock and she smiles happily "why yes I am the princess" She says "what are you doing here?" Rudy asks "A message from the black dragons; be carefull, Rudy. You caused me alot of grief from Ty" she says, her voice emotionless and plain. Rudy's eyes widen and he starts breathing heavily "Your a black dragon?" He asks kinda shocked and she simply gives us a single nod "like the theives?" Milton asks with fear in his voice and she smirks proudly.

My eyes widen even more "Your a girl, you can't be a theif" Jerry says and her eyebrows shoot up before her eyes narrow into slits "If I'm such a 'girl' how can I do this?" she asks. Without the others noticing I see her hand go for a knife at her side but before I can react I hear a girlish scream and turn to Jerry to see a knife just an inch away from his head

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