Stealing The Princess

A tall boy is throwing rocks at an even taller window.

Behind him are lush gardens, carefully trimmed trees and armed guards that he somehow evaded. Infront of him is the castle, much older and wiser than he. But, he has a mission.

"I thought you said this was a heist." A shorter boy wheezes, his body bent in half, his hands on his knees. He could barely keep up with the taller boy, and had nearly been spotted by a guard. The taller boy had to grab him by the arm to make sure they were out of sight.

The taller boy smiles. "It is. I'm stealing the princess."

A sigh escapes the shorter boy's lips. He's sweating and the late night air of summer is becoming muggy. He thought maybe they were going to rob a store, or steal from the butcher's backroom. But, instead he was here. "And what if she doesn't want to come with you?"

"Oh she will. She just doesn't know it yet."

The taller boy began his mission then, and leapt into action. He clung to the side of the castle, finding hold in the grooves of the brick, and began to climb.