The King of Coal (A Dartron Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight- The Little Girl

It was time for Dar's first heist. Everyone was packed and ready to go, armed with weapons, armor, and potions.

The group of thieves gathered around the lunch table while Tyler gave out positions, using a laid out map as a visual, one Heather had drawn when she scouted the area a few days before.

"Ok Ross, you enter the village from behind the library." Tyler traced his finger along the drawn path that was paved around the library. "Your position is under the black lamp post across the street from it." Tyler looked back up at the group.

"Heather and Hayley, you two come in from the path at the end of the village by the church. You wait by the hut with the roof balcony. Shelby and Kyle, you guys see these two wheat rows by the blacksmith shop? Enter through those two, and wait beside the house with the huge back porch. Dar, you 'n me will enter from the main entrance and wait at the center of the village. Any questions?"

"Uh, yeah." Dar spoke up. "What are we supposed to do again?"

Tyler sighed. "Ug. Ok, right before we enter the village, we drink our invisible potions. We surround the village and enter unseen. When everyone's in position, I give the signal. We drink our milk, pop on our armor, and draw out our swords. We threaten to kill everyone unless they cooperate, giving 'em the element of surprise. We search everyone and all the chests until no stone is left unturned. Once we're happy with the loot, we run for it and never return to that village again."

Dar raised his eyebrows. "And what if they have the means to retaliate against your demands?"

Tyler shook his head. "That's never a problem for us. We just make an example of them."

Dar laughed. "And you know you'll conquer? What if they have enchanted diamond armor and diamond swords to match?"

Tyler sighed. "I honestly wish that'd happen more often. But we rob such poor villages, it's very rare for them to have anything higher than iron."

Dar arched an eyebrow, inquisitive. "You mean you want them to have diamond armor to fight us with?"

Tyler rolled up the map. "Yeah. That means we get their stuff." Shelby and Heather giggled. Hayley jutted her hip and rolled her eyes.

"One does not win the sword if thou's slayed by its hand." Dar said, remembering something his father had once told him about war. 

Tyler slipped the map into his knapsack, and looked up at Dar. Malice and enjoyment was written all over Tyler's face as he spoke.

"That's where you're wrong. You see, there are eight people in our group, but only seven of us rob the village."

Dar remembered Prezzy was never given a position. "Right. Prezzy stays behind?"

"Yup." Tyler turned his head to Prezzy, who stood at the far end of the table with Ross. "Prezzy, come 'ere."

Innocent little Prezzy dawdled past the everyone to the head of the table, with her hands behind her back with her eyes looking down.

When she was finally close enough to Tyler, he put an arm around her shoulder.

"Ah, now this team player doesn't come with us." Tyler said.

Dar smiled. Oh innocent little Prezzy. Of course you wouldn't want to come with us. 

Tyler grinned. "Nope, she's never seen by anyone. While we pillage the village, if anyone stands up to us, armor or not, she takes 'em down."

It took a minute for Dar to process what Tyler was saying.

Prezzy was the sniper.

Dar's left eye twitched.