Author: ThatBlackMage PM
Nathan is an inexperienced paladin who has been assigned the task of bringing the only person to steal from the Palidian Order in centuries to justice. And, of course, nothing is going to go as expected.Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 4 - Words: 4,476 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 10-12-12 - Published: 06-12-12 - id: 3031630
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It was perfect. Slip in, grab the Amulet, slip out. Piece of cake. For all the work the guards of the Palidian Order had to put in, they didn't do their job very well. Of course, she was the best of the best.
Not like anyone knew it. Even the Thieves Guild didn't know what she looked like. She had always worn a mask, a hood, or something else to hide her face. For all they knew, she could be a he. But a girl she was, and the best thief around.
It had been a quick job, but one she had spent a week preparing for. She slipped out, wearing dark clothes and a hood. Getting in was a problem, but a minor one. She scaled the walls easily, despite the incredible smoothness of the blocks. Once inside, she slipped to a side door, picked it, and was in.
Then came the hard part: getting to the Amulet. She sneaked around for a while, dodging guards, trainees, and the occasional mentor out for a late night's walk. She found the room, picked the lock, and was in.
The next part was easy. The chest where the Amulet was hidden was in the last place any good thief would look for it: the middle of the floor. She again picked the lock and was about to open it when she suddenly had a feeling. She went behind the chest and opened the lid.
The feeling was right. A dozen darts flew from the chest as she opened it. She looked around the side and saw it.
The Amulet was made of fine silver, a circle with a cross in it. Each of the four sections was filled with gold and had gems set into them: emerald, diamond, aquamarine, and ruby. Delicate engravings wound around the Amulet, tiny symbols written in a language forgotten by all but the Paladins. There seemed to be a white halo around the Amulet, giving it a beautiful, if mysterious, appearance.
She picked it up, slipped it into a bag, and slid out of the room. No sooner had she done so then she heard a shout and the sound of someone in armor running down the hall. She didn't look back, she just ran. Once she was in the courtyard, she scurried up a tree, jumped to the top of the wall, and scurried down the outside of the wall, falling the last half. Once back on her feet, she was gone into the woods.
She had done it. The one artifact that nobody had ever stolen was now in her possession. She was the Grand Thief of the era. She had the Amulet. The Amulet of Saints.