"The Theif"
By H.H.
A man walks through a door into a large chamber, “please, sit down” I say as I turn around to meet the man face to face. it was obvious the man was had not worked in environments like this before, considering the man was visibly overheating. “I assume you have what I need, correct?” I said“Is this what your looking for?” The man pulled out a small bag, with something thrashing about in the bag. He knew that was it, considering that it had a lot of fight to it, despite being in a situation it could not escape. “Why yes, I believe so, now hand it over, if you so will” I replied.“I will, but I need something in return” the man said. I took a deep sigh, then pulled out the sword. Excalibur and laid it on the table. “This?” I offered, knowing the answer was already yes. “No” I reevaluated the man. How could he say no? That sword Is irresistible to every man. This man is not what he first thought though, he’s not overheating, but merely just faking it. The man is a thief, But if this man is not here for the Excalibur, then what is he here for? Does he know about the- creak, then I realized I had let my guard down. I took the Excalibur and threw it behind me to hit a small creature, and heard that sword turn the creature into dust. I turned back toward the man but he had already bolted for the door and was out. No matter, his hell hounds will take care of him as he heard the sound of a scream. He walked over to the pile of ash, it had stolen his keys to the vault of souls. How did they know about the vault? He heard the sound of one of his hell hounds coming up behind him, he turned around and saw it had the bag. He released what was inside of it, revealing a raven, who said “you really should have expected that.”