Name Undecided ~Chapter One~

I am a thief. 

And I am going to save the day.

Most of you might argue 

That those two phrases 

Don’t go well together. 

But a thief is all about 

Making things go. 

So you gotta trust me 

Well, to start with, 

The kingdom is in danger. 

Lame start? 

Right. Tell me, which start isn’t lame? 

People have a knack for beginning with scratch. 

They say their tale is 

Going to be interesting 

And fast

And have pace 

But in the end, 

They all start with themselves– 

Of how their lives changed, 

From the good, to okay. 

And at last, 

To what it now is– 

You run every day from troubles, 

But troubles always find a way. 

To you. 

To save the kingdom, 

I had to find a witch who lived in the woods. 

Word had it, that she was 

-courageous 

-beautiful 

-faithful

-the answer to our problem. 

And she showed herself only 

In times of dire needs, 

Like– 

A four day due to apocalypse 

Or something like that. 

I did not have any information 

About the apocalypse,

But something 

Much closer, 

Much riskier 

And much...you know, which needed her help. 

Fairies 

To clarify beforehand, 

Fairies don’t have wings. 

Everyone who has heard my tales of bravery 

Asks me if I ever had a ride 

With a fairy, 

That is, 

If I was ever carried up by a fairy 

To be dropped to my death. 

The answer, 

Is a clear no. 

Fairies are normal beings, 

Like us, 

Almost same size, 

The same colour, that is, different color, 

Same emotions, although with an exception, 

Same habits of nuzzling around dogs, 

Same blah blah blah. 

Oh, and yes, the same type of sarcasm.

You will see it as I go on with my tale. 

So, while I was scanning the woods 

For any signs of a 

Century-old cottage 

Or a treehouse 

Or a striding back cloak over a silver unicorn, 

A soft rustle of leaves caught my attention instead. 

Before I could even turn back, 

A heavy and narrow object, 

Somewhat like a sword 

Was propped up on my right shoulder, 

Less like a threat 

And more like the carrier of it

Wanted support to hold the big thing. 

Being a thief, 

I deftly removed myself from under the sword 

And with my weapon, (a metal toothpick) 

I almost killed a...

Child? 

The girl let out a loud shriek and backed away, 

Almost tripping on her own silver gown, 

As she dragged the heavy sword along with herself. 

‘don’t kill me! I’m the princess!’ she yelled defiantly, 

Then mumbled an audible oops.

I took in the scene before myself, 

My mouth forming a confused 

Expression,  

Which must’ve been funny, 

Because she laughed.

She looked no older than 15, 

And she was wearing  

A diamond-studded silver gown 

A sparkling tiara 

Icy blue wristlets and rings 

Loads of blue face shine 

And a ribbon around her waist 

(which was laced around her fingers

And on which she chewed hungrily). 

‘you’re the princess?’ i asked slowly, 

As I proceeded to get hold of her sword. 

Children should not use sharp weapons. 

‘no,’ she looked around sheepishly, 

Her hands behind her back, 

Not even paying any more attention 

To her sword. ‘i’m not the princess. 

Why do you ask that?’ 

‘you...said the same thing 

A few seconds ago.’ 

‘no, no,’ she shook her head violently. 

‘i didn’t say anything.’ 

Oh, how much I wanted to tell her 

That she, my little girl, did say something.

But I hold no grudge against kids. 

I let her go. 

And I just nodded uncertainly. 

She was a child, maybe lost, 

Got separated from her guards, 

Or maybe I was being followed by the king's daughter, 

Because he did not trust me with his kingdom. 

That was likely. 

And–ouch! That was harsh too. 

‘so who are you?’ i asked. 

The princess pouted. ‘i...I am...’ 

She struggled to find the right word. 

‘i am the–‘ she laughed. ‘–I know!

I am the princess’s servant. 

Friend, actually.’ 

She set her mouth in a determined 

Look, staring at me, 

Waiting for me to buy that. 

And I was expecting that. ‘okay. 

What are you doing here? 

In this deadly part of the forest 

Not reserved for kids?’ 

“the princess wants a...’ 

She pursed her lips. 

‘...a diamond tiara for her 

Wedding.’ 

‘the princess's wedding?’ i asked. 

‘congrats.’

‘thank you.’ 

‘don’t you already have a tiara?’ 

‘i do?’ 

I nodded. ‘it’s there.’ i pointed 

At her head, where the tiara 

Was gleaming. 

She touched it. Then looked at me. 

‘but it’s mine,’ she said. ‘why would i 

Give it to the princess?’ 

‘hmm. Fair enough,’ i nodded 

Thoughtfully. ‘so you plan to accompany 

Me, your majesty?’ 

Apparently, she didn’t catch the form of address

I gave her, and apparently, she forgot 

That she was supposed to pretend 

To not be the princess, 

Because she held her head high 

And nodded curtly. 

And so our journey...

Began. 

 

I could still remember 

The eyes of the king, 

As he stared at me

From behind the prison bars; 

As he realized 

That maybe I could be a help. 

To him. 

To his whole kingdom. 

...tbc into an awesome book that I know everyone is going to love. Just wait.