Thief: In Every Shadow

He that first cries out "Stop thief!", is often he that has stolen the treasure.-

William Congreve

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Garret stalks through the halls of the mansion, stealing and dodging guards as he moves. The shadow is his friend, whilst the light is his nemesis. As a thief, he is pretty much stealing every thing worth of value, and if he can get his hooves on it. Though the real prize he is after is the fabled "Emerald Opal", the rarest of rare opals. He saw it being carted through the city, after a few hours of following and stalking, he is making his move as it is being dropped off at said mansion, but the mansion belongs to a certain rich pony. Goldie.

"Bah, her name is a play on bucking words, the bitch is a stuck up......bitch." Garret overhears from a nearby guard.

"I know, I share what you think, but don't let her hear you, she will behead you. Lets get back to our patrol, remember the pay?" The other guard says.

"Eheheh. Yeah, lets go."

Hoofsteps start to fade away as if they were ghosts.

"Dumb guards. Now lets see..." Garret mumbles as he watches a pony walk down the stairs....With the opal.

"Ah hah! There it is!" Garret says, a little louder than he could have.

He stalks the carrier downstairs, watching as he opens the treasury door. All the gems and gold and jewel encrusted everything sparkle in Garrets eyes. Walking up behind the carrier, Garret takes his Blackjack out of his pack. Holding the pummel of it firmly with his mouth, he strikes the carrier, knocking him out. The opal falls onto the ground, but doesn't dent or shatter. Garret looks into the treasury, guilt racks his consciousness.

"I wont be able to carry all of this." Garret mumbles guiltily.