After thinking of my family, I came out of my bad daydream. The moon shone a blue and casted a lot of moving shadows. I decided to get up and landed on the ground below. There would be other thieves out tonight, and I hope I don't bump into them. They tend to be quicker and younger, and tend to only go for money- stupid. I walked in the shadows past two guards without even breaking my stride. I held my hands behind my back and tried to feel calm. It wasn't hard to be calm, since nothing here was really scary.
I walked and walked, taking turns and being really careful. It was surprisingly quiet outside for any wolf to be around and I thought it was a little suspicious. The food court would be down this next turn -ugh- followed by two guards. Great. As I saw them, I annoyingly turned back around the corner. Thinking, I leaned against a building at the end of the street and thought of what to do. I plan things out in a series of frames in my head and think of all the possibilities that could happen.
As I thought, the noise of people talking in the background came into my head. I tried to shut them out and the wooden house I was leaning on shook. The wood creaked and warped slightly, but I decided to ignore it. My head peeked around the corner to see where the guards were. They weren't in front of the doors which was odd; they seemed to be focusing on something else on the other corner of the street. This was my time.
I ran to the door, looking for other thieves or guards- no one was here. And they thought they could fool me! I knew there were some inside, so I opened the door slightly and was greeted with a spear thrusted in my face. I dodged the spear, grabbed the stick, and pulled the armoured guard out of the doorway and into the street. I closed the door right before he could get back in and held tight to the handle. We pulled and pulled on the door, and I finally thought to use my magic. It took me awhile to learn to control it, and it usually tired me out. But now, it has almost become something I don't consciously do, which is bad.
With a slight hand motion, two swirls of purple dust came out of my hand and materialized into a stick that stuck between the two doors' handles. That will hold him.
This building was much bigger than I remember and more food was held in crates that reached the ceiling. I grabbed some fruits and bread, and tried to carry them in my coat and pant pockets. Then, I slowly snuck up to the door. The banging had slowed down, but it was still as strong as it was before. This man was relentless. I tried to think of something to do, then all of a sudden, the man outside screamed words like "Open this door, please" and "It's coming! Hurry!"
It's coming. What was it? I backed a step away from the door and the man shrieked, followed by a couple snarls and slurping noises. The last hit on the door was the hardest and it snapped my tiny stick-lock.
Hearing it was silent, I opened the door. Bad mistake were the words that screamed into my head as a dark shadowy figure greeted me at the door.