(This is a fairy tale I wrote a few months ago upon request of Finding Kirsten. I thought I would post it here over the next 3 days.)
Once upon a time, there was a Princess and Queen that ruled over the rich kingdom of Rodillen. The Queen was wise and fair while the Princess was beautiful and kind. They were loved by their people and shared their wealth with everyone. It was one of the happiest kingdoms in the world.
Then one day a stranger appeared before them. He was a charming man from a far off land whose people needed a home. Through a silver tongue and wonderful stories, he charmed the Queen and Princess. They allowed him to stay as a member of their court and his people were allowed to share in Rodillen’s wealth. Everyone was happy and the new citizens soon became family. Then one day the charming man proposed to the Queen and they became husband and wife.
It was the night after the wedding that Rodillen fell into despair. The Queen and the Princess were locked in the dungeon by the charming man. Revealing himself to be the Thief King, he took over the wealth of Rodillen and let his loyal thieves take over the kingdom. The citizens became scared and poor as the thieves took everything for themselves. The Thief King claimed the greatest of prizes that his followers stole and amassed a fortune in his treasure rooms. News spread and Rodillen became known as the kingdom of thieves.
Ten years later, a halfling thief named Nimby slipped into Rodillen. He was a friendly little thief with curly hair on his head and thick fur on his feet. Always dancing and telling stories, Nimby made many friends in the kingdom. One day he was told about the Princess and the Queen who once ruled Rodillen. He realized that many citizens were unhappy and that something had to be done. Being a helpful and trouble-making thief, Nimby decided to have some fun with the Thief King. The next morning Nimby went to visit the Thief King in his castle full of riches.
“It is an honor to meet a thief as skilled as you,” Nimby said with a low bow.
“Thank you, my little halfling,” the Thief King replied. He glowed with pride and leaned down from his golden throne. “What brings you here?”
“I am a humble thief and wished to learn what makes you so powerful,” Nimby answered. He smiled humbly and kept his eyes on the Thief King’s feet. “How do you control so many thieves?”
“I am their leader, so they obey me,” the Thief King declared.
“Thieves are not loyal people, your majesty,” Nimby calmly said. “Are you not afraid that they will betray you?”
The Thief King laughed loud enough to shake his piles of treasure. He cast aside his cape and revealed a patch sewn onto his shirt. It was a piece of golden cloth shaped to look like a raccoon’s face.
“This is the badge of the Thief King,” he proudly announced. “As long as I wear this, I am the master of every thief that has sworn loyalty to me.”
“Couldn’t one steal the patch?” Nimby politely asked, looking confused and dumb.
“I fear no thief because I am the smartest and most cunning of all!” the Thief King declared. He leaned back in his throne and yawns. “Now, I have my riches to count, so I bid you good day, little halfling.”
Nimby bowed and left the Thief King to count his riches.
To Be Continued . . .
(For more of Nimby’s adventures, you can check out the Legends of Windemere series on Amazon Kindle. Yes, I’m promoting myself.)