The Rose Thief

Chapter one

   Leila crept through the undergrowth her heart pounding as it always did immediately after she had stolen something, well she preferred to say acquired instead of stolen. Apparently you were less trustworthy if you stole things, but if you acquired them you were still reasonably trustworthy. She ducked under a branch pressing the medallion she had just acquired against her chest.

   The medallion was beautiful, it was mostly glass with some gold detailing on the outside but inside a tiny glowing rose seemed to be suspended in mid air. As soon as she'd seen it she knew she needed it, like most things she took they had called to her, but this time it was different. The pull had been so strong she'd been reckless and she lucky she hadn't been caught.

Her heart still pounding in her chest she walked forward across the path and into the trees on the other side. Shadows enveloped her in a cloak of darkness and security. Hold still in a dark area with dark clothes of various shades and your nearly invisible. She leaned against a tree resting as she traced her fingers over the medallion.

Leila had lived most of her life as a thief. She stole whatever she wanted, she was good at what she did. Her father used to say she could steal a saddle off a horse with the rider still in it. That was an extreme exaggeration and she highly doubted anyone could do that.
  
   She sighed brushing a strand of dark brown hair out of her face. She looked like her father, she didn't remember much about what her mom looked like since she had fallen ill and died when Leila was only 11 years old, she remembered brown hair, twinkling green eyes, a smile that seemed to almost glow, and her voice that was like honey. Leila couldn't remember her mothers voice exactly but she remembered that her mother was an amazing singer and had the sweetest voice even when she was only speaking. Leila on the other hand had blue green eyes just slightly greener then her fathers and his dark hair. Her father claimed she sang as well as her mother, but she rarely sang due to her insecurities.