As you already know, my name is Vito, what you may not know is where I came from, or how I came to live here. I will gladly explain all of your questions in do time, please have patientce with me. I shall start with where I am from, and how I came to get my locket.
It was a sunny Monday evening, the chirping of insects in the garden was quickly driving me into a state of insanity and my friend, we'll call him Mike, was sitting next to me at the Patio table. "You ready for tonight?" He asked me, without shifting his gaze from the flowers that were swaying in the light breeze. "I'm never ready." I grumbled tossing a stone into what some might call a pond, I called it a puddle. My snowickle shifted at my feet, causing me to giggle as his furry body tickled my toes. "You're so immature." Mike muttered under his breath, and I flicked him in the ear. We stood then, and walked back into the shack, or base as we called it. It seemed like just another night.
I stood next to Mike, under the drawbridge. "The plan?" I whisphered and he laughed at me, "Get in, grab the bag and go." I nodded, "Gotcha." He smiled at me, his teeth a brilliant white against the black of the night, and our outfits. I pulled out the trapdoor that would get us inside and Mike crawled in. "Don't get too far behind." He commanded and then began scrambling along the narrow passage. "Right." I muttered and jumped in the hole behind him.
Inside the building was easier, we simply walked along the passage way, disguised as workers, until we reached the guard room. The bag was just through that tiny room and in the safe. "You ready?" Mike asked me the question for the second time and I nodded, determined to finish what we had started. We entered the room.
What happened next was a blur, we walked into the room and the noise was overwhelming. I heard Mike scream for me to get out, and I ran for the door only to find it blocked by a guard. I began kicking and clawing, I wasn't trained for combat, and hoping to escape.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I remember is having an old woman hovering over me. "She's awake." She croaked before heading into another room. A burly Ixi came out, "Who are you?" He walked over to me, he meant business. "I'm a thief." I answered, determined to hide my true identity. "I know that girl, what I want to know is your name. Who are you and what were you doing in the castle?" He was mad, so was I. "You think I'll just tell you?!" I screamed at him and stood straight up, bad decision. My vision immediately ceased and I saw black for a few moments, gripping onto the bed post for balance. "You're in no place to retain information." He glared at me. "Where's the shadow Lupe?" I asked, remembering Mike. The Ixi shook his head, "You need not worry about your friend, he's already gone." I stared at the Ixi, "Are you saying he ran off without me?" My voice started to crack and I tried to regain my composure. The Ixi stared at me, "You could say that." He sat down, "We just want to know who you are so that we can take you home." I sat down and cried.
After a day full of trama I was on my way home, in royal style. I was no ordinary thief, we were trying to sneak away stuff the kind didn't want, and didn't want to have to dispose of. So in honor of my sacrifice I got to ride in a royal carriage home. My snowickle, Louis, sat waiting for me in the windowsill. And the Ixi sat waiting for me in teh carriage. Apparently I would be going to live with some one else since my guardian was no longer with us. I packed my belongings, inlcuding my locket that Mike had given me as a birthday present.
