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A young Greek boy stood out in a crowd of Egyptians, even despite having been raised in Egypt. Or… at least he would if he hadn’t been raised by the Creed to live in the shadows, to blend in with the crowd. Any crowd. That’s just what the thirteen-year-old boy did now, as he slipped quietly through the crowds of people wondering and shopping at the market this day. This was his first time in the province of Alexandria. He’d spent the last six months traveling Egypt, acquiring treasures to take back home to his master. He had scouted the market the day before, looking for the best stall, the best merchant with the best chance of making a decent score. He’d found it in the form of a bag of gem stones one man kept with him to make his fine jewelry with. The man seemed to stay the entire day behind the makeshift counter of his stall, letting what appeared to be his wife take care of the sales. They took the supplies with them and locked them away when they closed up for the night. So the boy was back today, with a plan to make a distraction so that he might slip in and snag the bag of precious gems, and perhaps the coin they had made that day as well.
The boy approached a produce stall that was two spots down from the jeweler. He quickly assessed the display, chose two items and covertly yanked them from the bottom of the carefully stacked pyramid of fruit. He danced away as the entire display came tumbling down. The merchant cried out, the crowd began scrambling to snag up what they could and run with it. And as he’d anticipated, merchants from the surrounding stalls came to help the older woman selling the produce, including the woman that had been making the sales at the stall he was targeting. The man left his work sitting behind him as he stood to take his wife’s place. Perfect. With a sly grin, the young boy stealthily slipped behind the stall, snatched up the open bag of gems and deftly cut the string holding a belt pouch of money at the man’s waist. Catching it, he quickly melted into the shadows of the closest alley and started away from the busy market.
By the time he emerged at the other end of the alleyway, the boy’s newfound treasures were tucked away into his own belt pouch. A good thing too – or so he thought – because as he came out into the street, a young girl quite literally ran into him, and they both tumbled to the ground.
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A young Greek boy stood out in a crowd of Egyptians, even despite having been raised in Egypt. Or… at least he would if he hadn’t been raised by the Creed to live in the shadows, to blend in with the crowd. Any crowd. That’s just what the thirteen-year-old boy did now, as he slipped quietly through the crowds of people wondering and shopping at the market this day. This was his first time in the province of Alexandria. He’d spent the last six months traveling Egypt, acquiring treasures to take back home to his master. He had scouted the market the day before, looking for the best stall, the best merchant with the best chance of making a decent score. He’d found it in the form of a bag of gem stones one man kept with him to make his fine jewelry with. The man seemed to stay the entire day behind the makeshift counter of his stall, letting what appeared to be his wife take care of the sales. They took the supplies with them and locked them away when they closed up for the night. So the boy was back today, with a plan to make a distraction so that he might slip in and snag the bag of precious gems, and perhaps the coin they had made that day as well.
The boy approached a produce stall that was two spots down from the jeweler. He quickly assessed the display, chose two items and covertly yanked them from the bottom of the carefully stacked pyramid of fruit. He danced away as the entire display came tumbling down. The merchant cried out, the crowd began scrambling to snag up what they could and run with it. And as he’d anticipated, merchants from the surrounding stalls came to help the older woman selling the produce, including the woman that had been making the sales at the stall he was targeting. The man left his work sitting behind him as he stood to take his wife’s place. Perfect. With a sly grin, the young boy stealthily slipped behind the stall, snatched up the open bag of gems and deftly cut the string holding a belt pouch of money at the man’s waist. Catching it, he quickly melted into the shadows of the closest alley and started away from the busy market.
By the time he emerged at the other end of the alleyway, the boy’s newfound treasures were tucked away into his own belt pouch. A good thing too – or so he thought – because as he came out into the street, a young girl quite literally ran into him, and they both tumbled to the ground.
A young Greek boy stood out in a crowd of Egyptians, even despite having been raised in Egypt. Or… at least he would if he hadn’t been raised by the Creed to live in the shadows, to blend in with the crowd. Any crowd. That’s just what the thirteen-year-old boy did now, as he slipped quietly through the crowds of people wondering and shopping at the market this day. This was his first time in the province of Alexandria. He’d spent the last six months traveling Egypt, acquiring treasures to take back home to his master. He had scouted the market the day before, looking for the best stall, the best merchant with the best chance of making a decent score. He’d found it in the form of a bag of gem stones one man kept with him to make his fine jewelry with. The man seemed to stay the entire day behind the makeshift counter of his stall, letting what appeared to be his wife take care of the sales. They took the supplies with them and locked them away when they closed up for the night. So the boy was back today, with a plan to make a distraction so that he might slip in and snag the bag of precious gems, and perhaps the coin they had made that day as well.
The boy approached a produce stall that was two spots down from the jeweler. He quickly assessed the display, chose two items and covertly yanked them from the bottom of the carefully stacked pyramid of fruit. He danced away as the entire display came tumbling down. The merchant cried out, the crowd began scrambling to snag up what they could and run with it. And as he’d anticipated, merchants from the surrounding stalls came to help the older woman selling the produce, including the woman that had been making the sales at the stall he was targeting. The man left his work sitting behind him as he stood to take his wife’s place. Perfect. With a sly grin, the young boy stealthily slipped behind the stall, snatched up the open bag of gems and deftly cut the string holding a belt pouch of money at the man’s waist. Catching it, he quickly melted into the shadows of the closest alley and started away from the busy market.
By the time he emerged at the other end of the alleyway, the boy’s newfound treasures were tucked away into his own belt pouch. A good thing too – or so he thought – because as he came out into the street, a young girl quite literally ran into him, and they both tumbled to the ground.
There were some benefits to being small. One of them was that it was quite easy to hide in plain sight. Raziya’s survival had depended on that very skill for years now. Like how she’d been watching this particular merchant stall for days now. Enough to notice that the day before, she hadn’t been the only one paying close attention to the jeweler. There was another - a boy not much older than herself. He was a foreigner, even if his skin did have a warmth from days spent in the sun. Perhaps she recognized it so easily because she was much the same.
She hadn’t been surprised to see the same boy the next day. Now, she found her eyes followed him closer than her intended mark. A small grin came as she saw him topple the produce display. Oh the chaos it made. Nearby vendors rushed to help the woman who was without the vigor of youth required to deal with such matters quickly. Still, her eyes tracked the boy, rather than any of the quickly growing crowd of merchants.
The moment she saw him slip behind the stall, her grin widened. He was actually going to do it. Unless of course, he slipped up now. But she’d seen the way he moved through the market. She doubted he’d get caught now. Which just made this next part all the more perfect for her.
Noting which alley he had eyed for escape, she took off on her own crooked path so that they collided just as he darted out of the alleyway. They tumbled to the ground in a heap. Hopefully, he would be too caught off guard to notice that she rolled to the ground without so much as as scrape. Though, that was in part because she used his own body to cushion her fall. Still, as she sat up, she appeared every bit the part of a disheveled klutz.
“So sorry,” she said thickly in coptic as she rose to her feet. “You are fine, yes? If I’m late, it’ll be a beating, I must go,” she explained hurriedly, appearing on the brink of tears. Nevermind the hand behind her back that contained the bag of gems he had just nicked himself. She began to shuffle away, still facing him. “So sorry!” she repeated before taking off at a sprint. Hopefully she could get out of sight before he realized anything was missing. She’d left the coin purse so he wouldn’t notice the difference in weight as quickly.
Ducking down low so he would ideally lose sight of her, she rounded a corner and began to make her escape, tucking the pouch into her garment where it would stay safe and out of sight.
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There were some benefits to being small. One of them was that it was quite easy to hide in plain sight. Raziya’s survival had depended on that very skill for years now. Like how she’d been watching this particular merchant stall for days now. Enough to notice that the day before, she hadn’t been the only one paying close attention to the jeweler. There was another - a boy not much older than herself. He was a foreigner, even if his skin did have a warmth from days spent in the sun. Perhaps she recognized it so easily because she was much the same.
She hadn’t been surprised to see the same boy the next day. Now, she found her eyes followed him closer than her intended mark. A small grin came as she saw him topple the produce display. Oh the chaos it made. Nearby vendors rushed to help the woman who was without the vigor of youth required to deal with such matters quickly. Still, her eyes tracked the boy, rather than any of the quickly growing crowd of merchants.
The moment she saw him slip behind the stall, her grin widened. He was actually going to do it. Unless of course, he slipped up now. But she’d seen the way he moved through the market. She doubted he’d get caught now. Which just made this next part all the more perfect for her.
Noting which alley he had eyed for escape, she took off on her own crooked path so that they collided just as he darted out of the alleyway. They tumbled to the ground in a heap. Hopefully, he would be too caught off guard to notice that she rolled to the ground without so much as as scrape. Though, that was in part because she used his own body to cushion her fall. Still, as she sat up, she appeared every bit the part of a disheveled klutz.
“So sorry,” she said thickly in coptic as she rose to her feet. “You are fine, yes? If I’m late, it’ll be a beating, I must go,” she explained hurriedly, appearing on the brink of tears. Nevermind the hand behind her back that contained the bag of gems he had just nicked himself. She began to shuffle away, still facing him. “So sorry!” she repeated before taking off at a sprint. Hopefully she could get out of sight before he realized anything was missing. She’d left the coin purse so he wouldn’t notice the difference in weight as quickly.
Ducking down low so he would ideally lose sight of her, she rounded a corner and began to make her escape, tucking the pouch into her garment where it would stay safe and out of sight.
There were some benefits to being small. One of them was that it was quite easy to hide in plain sight. Raziya’s survival had depended on that very skill for years now. Like how she’d been watching this particular merchant stall for days now. Enough to notice that the day before, she hadn’t been the only one paying close attention to the jeweler. There was another - a boy not much older than herself. He was a foreigner, even if his skin did have a warmth from days spent in the sun. Perhaps she recognized it so easily because she was much the same.
She hadn’t been surprised to see the same boy the next day. Now, she found her eyes followed him closer than her intended mark. A small grin came as she saw him topple the produce display. Oh the chaos it made. Nearby vendors rushed to help the woman who was without the vigor of youth required to deal with such matters quickly. Still, her eyes tracked the boy, rather than any of the quickly growing crowd of merchants.
The moment she saw him slip behind the stall, her grin widened. He was actually going to do it. Unless of course, he slipped up now. But she’d seen the way he moved through the market. She doubted he’d get caught now. Which just made this next part all the more perfect for her.
Noting which alley he had eyed for escape, she took off on her own crooked path so that they collided just as he darted out of the alleyway. They tumbled to the ground in a heap. Hopefully, he would be too caught off guard to notice that she rolled to the ground without so much as as scrape. Though, that was in part because she used his own body to cushion her fall. Still, as she sat up, she appeared every bit the part of a disheveled klutz.
“So sorry,” she said thickly in coptic as she rose to her feet. “You are fine, yes? If I’m late, it’ll be a beating, I must go,” she explained hurriedly, appearing on the brink of tears. Nevermind the hand behind her back that contained the bag of gems he had just nicked himself. She began to shuffle away, still facing him. “So sorry!” she repeated before taking off at a sprint. Hopefully she could get out of sight before he realized anything was missing. She’d left the coin purse so he wouldn’t notice the difference in weight as quickly.
Ducking down low so he would ideally lose sight of her, she rounded a corner and began to make her escape, tucking the pouch into her garment where it would stay safe and out of sight.
The boy spat and sputtered, as dirt has gotten into his mouth. He slammed the side of his fist ground. How had he been caught off guard so much as to be knocked over like that! The girl that had barreled into him was rambling in Coptic and sounded like she was about to cry. She’s the one that hit him! The boy never understood why anyone got so upset as to cry. Anger was so much more useful of an emotion. Before he could put that agitated anger to use on this imbecile, the girl was bounding off. Well fine, then. The boy let out an angry huff and adjusted his twisted belt as he started off in search of his next target. But something didn’t quite feel right. Scrunching his face in confusion, he slipped his hand into his belt pouch where he’s stashed the treasures he’d just acquired. He felt only one bag, and it jingled with the sound of coins when he wrapped his hand around it. A panic rising in his chest, the boy twisted to get a better look inside his pouch. His eyes confirmed what his hands already knew. The bag of gems was gone! With a feral growl one would not expect to come from a thirteen-year-old, the boy turned on his heel and took off after the girl - the thief. It didn’t matter that he had stolen the gems first. In his mind, he had earned those treasures.
The young assassins’ well-trained eyes sussed out quickly enough the path the girl had taken. It wasn’t too hard; she was of foreign decent just like he was. But it wasn’t just that. He could see the disturbed faced of the crowd, eyes that would briefly look in the direction of the fleeing girl – it left quite the telling trail. The boy followed that trail with ease. Until it seemed to suddenly end. Stopping, he turned in a tight circle, trying to determine where his prey had gotten off too. He spotted a cut through to the next street. That had to be the way she’d gone. Without hesitation he took off, quickly picking up the trail once more. He spotted her about thirty feet ahead. A quick flick of his wrist sent a small flying blade in the shape of a crescent moon sailing over her shoulder to embed in the side of the cart in front of her.
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The boy spat and sputtered, as dirt has gotten into his mouth. He slammed the side of his fist ground. How had he been caught off guard so much as to be knocked over like that! The girl that had barreled into him was rambling in Coptic and sounded like she was about to cry. She’s the one that hit him! The boy never understood why anyone got so upset as to cry. Anger was so much more useful of an emotion. Before he could put that agitated anger to use on this imbecile, the girl was bounding off. Well fine, then. The boy let out an angry huff and adjusted his twisted belt as he started off in search of his next target. But something didn’t quite feel right. Scrunching his face in confusion, he slipped his hand into his belt pouch where he’s stashed the treasures he’d just acquired. He felt only one bag, and it jingled with the sound of coins when he wrapped his hand around it. A panic rising in his chest, the boy twisted to get a better look inside his pouch. His eyes confirmed what his hands already knew. The bag of gems was gone! With a feral growl one would not expect to come from a thirteen-year-old, the boy turned on his heel and took off after the girl - the thief. It didn’t matter that he had stolen the gems first. In his mind, he had earned those treasures.
The young assassins’ well-trained eyes sussed out quickly enough the path the girl had taken. It wasn’t too hard; she was of foreign decent just like he was. But it wasn’t just that. He could see the disturbed faced of the crowd, eyes that would briefly look in the direction of the fleeing girl – it left quite the telling trail. The boy followed that trail with ease. Until it seemed to suddenly end. Stopping, he turned in a tight circle, trying to determine where his prey had gotten off too. He spotted a cut through to the next street. That had to be the way she’d gone. Without hesitation he took off, quickly picking up the trail once more. He spotted her about thirty feet ahead. A quick flick of his wrist sent a small flying blade in the shape of a crescent moon sailing over her shoulder to embed in the side of the cart in front of her.
The boy spat and sputtered, as dirt has gotten into his mouth. He slammed the side of his fist ground. How had he been caught off guard so much as to be knocked over like that! The girl that had barreled into him was rambling in Coptic and sounded like she was about to cry. She’s the one that hit him! The boy never understood why anyone got so upset as to cry. Anger was so much more useful of an emotion. Before he could put that agitated anger to use on this imbecile, the girl was bounding off. Well fine, then. The boy let out an angry huff and adjusted his twisted belt as he started off in search of his next target. But something didn’t quite feel right. Scrunching his face in confusion, he slipped his hand into his belt pouch where he’s stashed the treasures he’d just acquired. He felt only one bag, and it jingled with the sound of coins when he wrapped his hand around it. A panic rising in his chest, the boy twisted to get a better look inside his pouch. His eyes confirmed what his hands already knew. The bag of gems was gone! With a feral growl one would not expect to come from a thirteen-year-old, the boy turned on his heel and took off after the girl - the thief. It didn’t matter that he had stolen the gems first. In his mind, he had earned those treasures.
The young assassins’ well-trained eyes sussed out quickly enough the path the girl had taken. It wasn’t too hard; she was of foreign decent just like he was. But it wasn’t just that. He could see the disturbed faced of the crowd, eyes that would briefly look in the direction of the fleeing girl – it left quite the telling trail. The boy followed that trail with ease. Until it seemed to suddenly end. Stopping, he turned in a tight circle, trying to determine where his prey had gotten off too. He spotted a cut through to the next street. That had to be the way she’d gone. Without hesitation he took off, quickly picking up the trail once more. He spotted her about thirty feet ahead. A quick flick of his wrist sent a small flying blade in the shape of a crescent moon sailing over her shoulder to embed in the side of the cart in front of her.
Raziya was giddy with delight at the success of her little heist. At least until she heard the soft thud of a blade lodged into wood just over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide and she glanced between the crescent and the boy who had thrown it. After a moment’s pause, a wide grin spread over her lips. Oh, now this was fun. He had actually managed to chase her this far. Clever. It had been so long since any of her thefts had actually been a challenge. Too long.
So with a wink she was off again. This was her city after all. A short sprint to increase the distance between them and then she slowed. It was true she was a foreigner, but it was primarily her facial features which gave her away. Her coloring blended in with the Egyptian crowd rather nicely, especially with her dark hair. She moved quickly, but not enough to draw the same sort of attention as running did. She twisted her way through the city, turning down this or that alley, enough to hopefully confuse the one chasing her.
But she wasn’t taking any risks.
With a look around to make sure he wasn’t in sight at the moment, she removed the pouch from her clothes and tossed it onto the roof of a nearby building. Egyptian homes had slightly sunken, flat roofs, so it wouldn’t be visible, and no one would look there until she could sneak back at night. At least now, if he caught her, she wouldn’t have them on her person and she could feign innocence. Now, to lead him far away from here. She turned around, running towards the direction he ought to be coming from, skidding to a stop as she saw him round the corner ahead. A look of panic came across her face as she glanced around before running for another alley. This led to a dead end, but of course, she already knew that.
She would let him corner her, knowing she had nothing to lose. For all appearances though, she tried desperately to escape him. At least until she took a wrong turn that left her with nowhere to run. She hunched in on herself, appearing cowed and afraid. Eyes darting around, looking for an escape that simply wasn’t there. When he was close, she made to dive under his arm, as if she could run past him, knowing he would catch her with ease.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hurt me sir!” she cried with perfect crocodile tears.
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Raziya was giddy with delight at the success of her little heist. At least until she heard the soft thud of a blade lodged into wood just over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide and she glanced between the crescent and the boy who had thrown it. After a moment’s pause, a wide grin spread over her lips. Oh, now this was fun. He had actually managed to chase her this far. Clever. It had been so long since any of her thefts had actually been a challenge. Too long.
So with a wink she was off again. This was her city after all. A short sprint to increase the distance between them and then she slowed. It was true she was a foreigner, but it was primarily her facial features which gave her away. Her coloring blended in with the Egyptian crowd rather nicely, especially with her dark hair. She moved quickly, but not enough to draw the same sort of attention as running did. She twisted her way through the city, turning down this or that alley, enough to hopefully confuse the one chasing her.
But she wasn’t taking any risks.
With a look around to make sure he wasn’t in sight at the moment, she removed the pouch from her clothes and tossed it onto the roof of a nearby building. Egyptian homes had slightly sunken, flat roofs, so it wouldn’t be visible, and no one would look there until she could sneak back at night. At least now, if he caught her, she wouldn’t have them on her person and she could feign innocence. Now, to lead him far away from here. She turned around, running towards the direction he ought to be coming from, skidding to a stop as she saw him round the corner ahead. A look of panic came across her face as she glanced around before running for another alley. This led to a dead end, but of course, she already knew that.
She would let him corner her, knowing she had nothing to lose. For all appearances though, she tried desperately to escape him. At least until she took a wrong turn that left her with nowhere to run. She hunched in on herself, appearing cowed and afraid. Eyes darting around, looking for an escape that simply wasn’t there. When he was close, she made to dive under his arm, as if she could run past him, knowing he would catch her with ease.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hurt me sir!” she cried with perfect crocodile tears.
Raziya was giddy with delight at the success of her little heist. At least until she heard the soft thud of a blade lodged into wood just over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide and she glanced between the crescent and the boy who had thrown it. After a moment’s pause, a wide grin spread over her lips. Oh, now this was fun. He had actually managed to chase her this far. Clever. It had been so long since any of her thefts had actually been a challenge. Too long.
So with a wink she was off again. This was her city after all. A short sprint to increase the distance between them and then she slowed. It was true she was a foreigner, but it was primarily her facial features which gave her away. Her coloring blended in with the Egyptian crowd rather nicely, especially with her dark hair. She moved quickly, but not enough to draw the same sort of attention as running did. She twisted her way through the city, turning down this or that alley, enough to hopefully confuse the one chasing her.
But she wasn’t taking any risks.
With a look around to make sure he wasn’t in sight at the moment, she removed the pouch from her clothes and tossed it onto the roof of a nearby building. Egyptian homes had slightly sunken, flat roofs, so it wouldn’t be visible, and no one would look there until she could sneak back at night. At least now, if he caught her, she wouldn’t have them on her person and she could feign innocence. Now, to lead him far away from here. She turned around, running towards the direction he ought to be coming from, skidding to a stop as she saw him round the corner ahead. A look of panic came across her face as she glanced around before running for another alley. This led to a dead end, but of course, she already knew that.
She would let him corner her, knowing she had nothing to lose. For all appearances though, she tried desperately to escape him. At least until she took a wrong turn that left her with nowhere to run. She hunched in on herself, appearing cowed and afraid. Eyes darting around, looking for an escape that simply wasn’t there. When he was close, she made to dive under his arm, as if she could run past him, knowing he would catch her with ease.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hurt me sir!” she cried with perfect crocodile tears.
The girl turned to look at him when the crescent shaped blade appeared in the wood before her. But the sight of the boy pursuing her only seemed to encourage her, rather than incite the fear he had counted on. Growling, he increased his pace, yanking free his blade as he passed in his pursuit. Soon the obvious trail of gawkers faded and he lost sight of his prey. He slowed as well; eyes narrowed as he pondered the chase. He couldn’t just give up. Those jewels could well make or break his success for the entire month!
The little thief girl either found a hiding place or escaped the crowd. Course her coloring could possibly blend in with the locals, which meant she could very well be but a dozen yards away. This caused the heat of anger building within him to rise more than her theft had done already. With skill of ease, Kyros climbed nimbly up the wall of the closest building, onto the roof. He stood at the edge, surveying the layout of the area, looking for the most logical path she would have taken.
There. With a cocky smirk, the thirteen year old Shadow Walker scrambled back down to the street and off he went. He rounded a corner and… there she was! A wicked grin lit up his face in triumph even as she took off the other way. He ran after her, slipping in and out of the milling groups of people until he caught up with the girl at the mouth of an ally. She ducked down it. He followed. There was no outlet.
She was either not very smart, or she was attempting to trap him. If it was the latter, she would soon learn that would be next to impossible.
’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hurt me sir!’
”I will not.” he replied in perfect Coptic, voice steady and firm. ”If you hand over the bag you took from my belt.” He advanced slowly down the alley toward her, showing no emotion on his face, no reaction to the tears sliding down her cheeks. In each hand he clutched one of the crescent shaped throwing knives.
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The girl turned to look at him when the crescent shaped blade appeared in the wood before her. But the sight of the boy pursuing her only seemed to encourage her, rather than incite the fear he had counted on. Growling, he increased his pace, yanking free his blade as he passed in his pursuit. Soon the obvious trail of gawkers faded and he lost sight of his prey. He slowed as well; eyes narrowed as he pondered the chase. He couldn’t just give up. Those jewels could well make or break his success for the entire month!
The little thief girl either found a hiding place or escaped the crowd. Course her coloring could possibly blend in with the locals, which meant she could very well be but a dozen yards away. This caused the heat of anger building within him to rise more than her theft had done already. With skill of ease, Kyros climbed nimbly up the wall of the closest building, onto the roof. He stood at the edge, surveying the layout of the area, looking for the most logical path she would have taken.
There. With a cocky smirk, the thirteen year old Shadow Walker scrambled back down to the street and off he went. He rounded a corner and… there she was! A wicked grin lit up his face in triumph even as she took off the other way. He ran after her, slipping in and out of the milling groups of people until he caught up with the girl at the mouth of an ally. She ducked down it. He followed. There was no outlet.
She was either not very smart, or she was attempting to trap him. If it was the latter, she would soon learn that would be next to impossible.
’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hurt me sir!’
”I will not.” he replied in perfect Coptic, voice steady and firm. ”If you hand over the bag you took from my belt.” He advanced slowly down the alley toward her, showing no emotion on his face, no reaction to the tears sliding down her cheeks. In each hand he clutched one of the crescent shaped throwing knives.
The girl turned to look at him when the crescent shaped blade appeared in the wood before her. But the sight of the boy pursuing her only seemed to encourage her, rather than incite the fear he had counted on. Growling, he increased his pace, yanking free his blade as he passed in his pursuit. Soon the obvious trail of gawkers faded and he lost sight of his prey. He slowed as well; eyes narrowed as he pondered the chase. He couldn’t just give up. Those jewels could well make or break his success for the entire month!
The little thief girl either found a hiding place or escaped the crowd. Course her coloring could possibly blend in with the locals, which meant she could very well be but a dozen yards away. This caused the heat of anger building within him to rise more than her theft had done already. With skill of ease, Kyros climbed nimbly up the wall of the closest building, onto the roof. He stood at the edge, surveying the layout of the area, looking for the most logical path she would have taken.
There. With a cocky smirk, the thirteen year old Shadow Walker scrambled back down to the street and off he went. He rounded a corner and… there she was! A wicked grin lit up his face in triumph even as she took off the other way. He ran after her, slipping in and out of the milling groups of people until he caught up with the girl at the mouth of an ally. She ducked down it. He followed. There was no outlet.
She was either not very smart, or she was attempting to trap him. If it was the latter, she would soon learn that would be next to impossible.
’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Please don’t hurt me sir!’
”I will not.” he replied in perfect Coptic, voice steady and firm. ”If you hand over the bag you took from my belt.” He advanced slowly down the alley toward her, showing no emotion on his face, no reaction to the tears sliding down her cheeks. In each hand he clutched one of the crescent shaped throwing knives.
