Aurelia the Rebellious

Aurelia the Rebellious

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You do know that you're the most wanted thief in Luwanay? You only stole a piece of bread today, but you have stolen more than that before." Oscar said. "Of course I know." I smiled at myself because it was true, I had passed by my wanted poster multiple times. I was surprised the guards hadn't caught me yet. I started taking apples when I was around 5 years old, and I had never once gotten arrested. Maybe I had good luck or something. How ironic, born of misfortune, yet reliant on lucky strikes. ------ Aurelia is a commoner, and a thief, when a boy named Oscar seeks her out. In a momentary truce, Aurelia agrees to help Oscar and his gang of thieves in robbing the royal's castle. Problem is, the castle is impenetrable, and no one, other than servants or royals, has ever made it out alive. It shouldn't be too hard, right? In a world of magic, spells and incantations never mattered to Aurelia. Until now. ------ Cover background (red dragon scales) not mine, I got it from Pinterest.
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