There he was, running away again, as fast as the wind, you would blink and he would be gone. Every week the royal treasury would get broken into, money vanished and a black rose left in its place. The absolute enigma was that every time this would happen a starving family would miraculously have enough to eat for months. You would think that he would steal and run but no, not him, he would stay till the guards realised that the treasury had been broken into, he would fight them and run only after taking down a couple of them. Others would come, more each time and chase him. He would fly from roof to roof, bound through the markets. As deadly as a snake, yet, with the grace of a feline. He would run into the blinding sun leaving the guards in his dust. No one could ever catch The Shadow Thief.