Secrets

Secrets

Prologue

In a land not so far from Equestria.

 It was a dark and gloomy night. There was a certain chill in the air, a reminder of Winter. Snow still remained in concealed areas. Though peaceful the night was, there were still creatures scurrying about.

"Stop him! Thief!" rang out clear into the night, followed by thundering footsteps.  As the locals opened windows and doors to see what the commotion was about. A small blur nimbly maneuvered itself among the  houses. The lone shopkeep was joined by more citizens as they hunted down the thief. They followed the thief into a dark street, the thief then took a left turn into a dead end street. Thinking that they had him, the crowd slowed down to a jog. Turning the corner, they were surprised to find nothing there but a few rats. A shadow fell across the ground in front of them. As they looked up, they got a clear look at the thief. Outlined against the full moon,  The thief stood proudly on the roof of an inn. He had a large hat that hid his face, though two amber eyes that seemed to burn through the shopkeeper's soul still showed; and a long red cape flowed behind him, tattered and torn. "See ya later boys!" Jeered the thief in a high-pitched voice. Flashing a smirk at the awe-struck brutes. Stepping back, the thief dropped behind the inn.

The thief calmly entered his room through the window, where a white wolf was curled up, sleeping. The canine raised its head lazily, arching an eyebrow. "Got your food, Snow."

Snow blinked in gratitude and stretched. "You're getting lazy, girl, maybe I should take you with me shopping". Snow rolled her deep blue eyes as she approached him. He unwrapped the parcel he was carrying, revealing a large chunk of meat. "That should do for a few days. Go put it in the storage if you may."  Snow nodded and grabbed the meat, and turned to the small room where they held their possessions. Watching snow go, the thief took out a small journal and recorded the days' events. Though he disliked stealing, he was not in a position to do everything the honest way. As Snow returned, she nuzzled his shoulder, and angled her ears to the door. "We have visitors?" The thief put away his journal and slowly approached the door, knife in hand. Pressing his ear against the door, he listened. "Shhh! You're gonna spook him!"

"Where is he?" Inquired the Orc that he recognized as the blacksmith. "The innkeeper said he was in the third room on the left. I ought to make that bastard eat hot coals!" Backing up, the thief quickly packed their personal possessions. Motioning Snow to the window, they climbed outside and onto the roof. "Where to, Snow? I'm not sure where to go, this was the last city that didn't know of my presence." Snow motioned towards the dark forest in the east. "The Forest of the Damned? Have you gone out of your mind? No one ever makes it out of those woods. And besides, you know my win-"Their conversation was interrupted as the door to their room was kicked down. "Search the room! Don't let him escape!" Bellowed the shopkeeper. "Forest it is." whispered the thief. And the two companions disappeared into the night.