Cane/jarlos fanfiction

Thief

(On the island of the lost)

Jane's POV: 

"Thief!" shouts the grown man who owns the vegetable stand in the market. I can hear his heavy steps as a sign that he is running after me. I run as fast as I can but I can hear his heavy breath. He's close to me now. Can't he just let me escape? A little further down the street a boy walks with a wagon he pulls after him with gravel in it. He goes back and forth every day with either clay, gravel or stones. He is lean and a simple thief. He was born on this island and he will die on this island. And as he looks now, his life may not be that long. I almost feel guilty about what I will do. Almost. 

I jump over his wagon with one hand on the edge of the wagon and land on the other side of it. It takes up all the way on the street as it crosses. And I roll over the poor boy's cart so that all the contents are on the ground on the other side. I throw the owner a grin before I run through the alley and up the steps leading to the roof. The facial expression made by the owner of the salad was priceless when the carriage overtook him. And now the boy has some work to do. 

"There is the princess" said a voice behind me and I turn around.

"Hello Charlotte. So what did you want to talk about?" I ask. Charlotte is the daughter of Madame Medusa. She smiles with her purple painted lips.

"I just want to give you a warning," she said, and I can't help but laugh.

"You, give me a warning? Seriously? What then?" I ask. It's laughable.

"You should keep an eye on the boy" she says poisonously and my laughter is gone, my blood freezes to ice. The boy? She must mean Cane. "He can be there for a second and the next is gone," she said, flinging her short red hair.

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"I'm back" I said as I climbed in through the window into the small kitchen with the bag over my shoulder."It took time" he said as he entered the kitchen with a bright yellow apron that is stained with something I hope is brown sauce. "Where's the salad? The evil queen doesn't want to wait any longer," he said with fear of what would happen if she didn't get her salad. 

I smile lunged at him and pull out the salad head from my bag. I throw it to him like a ball he almost drops but catches. 

"So how did it go?" he asked as he stood to cut the salad into smaller pieces suitable for a queen to eat."I was chased by the owner but still managed to get home safely" I said before continuing "I do not understand why, it is mould on the leaves" He puts the salad in a porcelain bowl.

"It can be eaten, but you cut away the musty. Should I have tomatoes too?" I nod.

"But aren't they rotten?" I ask him when he brings them the mashed tomatoes.

"Yes they are, but so are she," he said and I laugh.

"That's my boy," I say proudly, wiping away a non-existent tear from my eye. But I can't help being worried about what might happen to Cane. Charlotte might just say so to scare me. Make me confused. Yes it must be. She's just playing with me.