King of Thieves

Are You In Or Out?

Back at the thieves lair, a group of thieves huddled around a table. They were the only seven thieves that had hidden while the others had been taken.

"The Forty Thieves down to seven. What are we to do?" one asked with a sigh.

"How did they find us? How did they learn the magic words?" another asked in anger. As if on cue, the entrance started to open. "Another raid?"

"Not again!" the triplets said as they huddled together.

"It is a good day to die!" another thief said as he karate chopped the air.

"Or to come back from the dead!" Zarkon said as the entrance closed behind him.

"Zarkon?" a thief asked in surprise.

"You're alive?" the triplets asked with wide eyes.

"Impossible," another said as he shook his head.

"I'm a survivor, like all of you," Zarkon said as he walked up to the group. "No thanks to Blaytz."

"The King?"

"You saw him?"

"What's he want us to do now?"

"He wants you to rot in the palace dungeon!" Zarkon said as he slipped on his golden claws. He had missed them.

"Bah... the King of Thieves is loyal to the end!" the triplets stated as they climbed on top of each other to reach Zarkon's level.

"Pushovers!" Zarkon said with a rolled of his eyes. He pushed the top one over, which caused the triplets to fall onto the ground. "He betrayed you, sold you out."

"You have always hated the King. Why should we believe you?" a thief asked with a soft glare.

"How do you think the guard got the magic words?" Zarkon asked leaning towards one of the thieves.

"He told him the magic words?" a fat thief exclaimed.

"I don't believe it!" the triplets said with a glare.

"Me neither!" the fat thief said in agreement.

"Ha! Ha! You have forgotten what life was like before Blaytz."

(A/N:

Word =Zarkon

Word =Thieves

Word =All)

"I remember a time

When crime was sublime

There was plenty of loot in the lair "

Zarkon threw a goblet towards the two of the triplet, the pair moving out of the way before it hit them. The thieves all turning and glaring at him.

"We'd plunder and pillage

And ransack a village

With nary a worry or care "

Zarkon tossed off several goblets and items off the tables, the thieves all agreeing with him.

"Then along came this king

With his soft-hearted dream

But he ratted us out in the end "

Zarkon pulled down a picture of Blaytz and scratched his claws into the photo, creating scratches in the picture.

"So rally the troops

We were meant to regroup

And return to our roots once again! "