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Corrupt AU Part One

The boy raises on eyebrow, "huh, really? What's that?"

Conor scoffs, "the thing you stole. The Bamboo Panda, you also have the Copper Falcon."

Something flashes in the Amayan boy's eyes, he knows exactly what Conor means.

"I. Want. Them," Conor repeats slowly, putting emphasis on each word.

"Well, I want them too," the thief argues, "they sell nicely, especially to the dumb Conquerors I sell them back to."

The falcon screeches loudly from the roof, looking at something far away. Conor glances back down to see the thief's eyes unfocused. They return back and Rollan smiles, "Conquerors. All coming here. Now I could give you what you want, but there's no doubt in my mind you'll get caught and lose them all. I know this place like the back of my hand, let's stick together, yeah? Just for now. I think that big bad wolf of yours will come in handy."

Conor narrows his eyes, "you think I'm going to make deals with a dirty thief?"

"When it comes to survival, you deal with the devil. What do you say? I lead you out of the city safely, then we can trade."

Conor scowls, but freezes as the sound of marching soldiers reaches his ears, Briggan helping him hear.

"Fine," Conor snaps, whistling for Briggan to release the boy. The thief stands up and brushes him self off.

"I'm Roll by the way," Roll introduces smugly, proud of winning the deals.

"We're not friends," Conor snarls, "now, let's get moving. The Conquerors will be on us in seconds."

~~~

Meilin sighs loudly and rubs her forehead, trying to keep the headache at bay. She was sitting alone one of the tents that were pitched up outside of Amayan shores. The goal was to find any and all talisman in that area. But that thief stole the one they got in Zhong, leaving Meilin with just the Obsidian Ape.

What was that failure? Gerathon demands, hissing voice echoing in her ear.

Meilin winces, eyes staring at the ground, "he was fast. But I have a solution."

A ssolution? The next failure will have you like your father...

Meilin scowls, hands twisting into fists, "don't speak of him in that way."

Don't let me speak of you that way, Gerathon warns, what's this plan of yours?

Meilin eyes flash as she looks up at the map of Erdas, "I'm finding the Hunter. They will kill the thief and got us what we want."

~~~

Abeke narrows her eyes, pulling back on the string. This would definitely be hard, the Amayan merchant was surronded by people, one wrong pull, one misses second, one wind shift and the mission would be a failure.

And the Hunter never fails. The breeze ruffles the feathers at the end of the arrow and Abeke waits for them to settle before finally releasing the bloodthirsty arrow. It plunged into the neck of the unsuspecting merchant, blood splattering the screaming women beside him. The court floods with soldiers, panic erupting from the people who witnessed the attack. Eyes were looking wildly around, trying to find the murderer, but Abeke simply hide deeper into the shadows, pulling her mask up to cover the bottom half of her face.