Thief's Honor

So I have a new idea for a book. I know, I know. I haven't finished the other one. But sometimes when you hit a roadblock, you need to do something else. Here's my something else. I'm thinking that I'm going to call it "Thief's Honor". Here' s a rough draft of what I have so far, let me know what you think of it.

Shadows seem to be shifting and hiding something malicious. Anxiously looking around, the High Elf speeds up her pace. The Orphic Forest had a reputation for playing tricks on the mind. Plus the rumors swirled that Amon, The Illusionist, had taken up residence in the forest. It was basically his kingdom, but it was the fastest way to Chaos Harbor despite the danger. The High Elf, known only as Creed, gathers a bundle closer to her chest. She must make it to Chaos Harbor. This precious bundle must be delivered safely before they were found.

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Chapter 1

The clash of swords rang out in the courtyard as the blades clanged against each other. The wielders were engaged in an elaborate dance as a crowd watched who would be superior. Once a week, the townspeople were entertained as Raven and James exchanged blow for blow with their blades, Raven’s falchion against James’ rapier.

With each clang of steel, the steps were made to be more complex and required more skill than most people had. It was a art form, watching this dance of blades. Raven was confident in her ability to win. Only she was able to notice as James tired, and she felt she only grew stronger. She waited patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike. James lunged towards her and she twisted to avoid the blade. She followed her spin with a downward strike and James was not able to bring his rapier up to parry. Her blade whistled through the air, stopping mere inches from his jugular. The crowed broke into applause as James lowered his weapon in surrender. “Well played Raven.”

Raven grinned as she clapped him on the back. “What say we head to the Warrior’s Folly for some of Henri’s cooking?” They made their way through the crowd as people congratulated them, telling them how they enjoyed watching the sparring. Once clear of the crowd, Raven removed the dulling enchantment she had placed on their swords. James watched as her emerald eyes turned violet when she used her magic.

As Raven and James walked through the Harbor Market down by the docks, Raven felt an eerie chill run down her spine. Frowning, she looked over her shoulder. As she scanned the crowd, a tall red-haired man caught her eye. She noticed him watching her intensely and as she made eye contact, he grinned and winked at her. Raven snorted and faced forward. She didn’t like being watched. She turned to look again and the stranger was gone. James noticed her searching and turned to look as well. “What’s wrong Raven?”

Raven shook her head. “Nothing. I thought I felt someone watching us is all. It’s nothing.”

James noticed she was still tense. He watched out of the corner of his eye as he caught a flash of red. He made contact with the stranger, who was watching Raven from an alley. The man nodded to him and he returned his nod. James looked back at Raven, pondering. She noticed his attention and flushed. “What?”