Chapter 3- Jafela

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Steal it.
A voice whispered in my head. Steal it and you'll be rich.
"No." I say aloud.
"What?" Says my best friend, Shodi.
"Nothing," I say quickly. If she finds out what I've been hearing... what I've seen... master will find out and he will kill me.
Stealing is strictly forbidden, obviously. But a Manti stealing from their master was punishable by death.
Shodi gave me a weird look. "You better not be thinking about... it." She says finally. I don't know what "it" is, but judging by her voice, i know i shouldnt even be thinking about it.
I tear my eyes away from the ornate vase. Its emeralds and saphires would catch a pretty penny, and master probably wouldnt even notice if it was gone. With a quick glance to make sure Shodi wasn't looking,
I
Took
The
Jar.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I slipped the vase into a pack hidden under my mat and returned to my activities. I glanced at Shodi.
At least, where Shodi had been standing.
"Jafela?" I jumped.
Master had been watching the whole time.
Shit.

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