I let my tears run down my cheeks. I don't want to do this, but I have to! If I don't, she'll kill every last one of them right in front of me when I'm powerless to help. In order to prevent that from happening, I have to do what she commands. Nothing is there for me; not even hope.

I think this as I sharpen my sword. My master always told me to have it whenever I go on patrol. Who is she? I'm not allowed to say. Not even when I'm around her. Just in case someone is around and is listening to our every word. She said that that one person could come any day now, and she didn't want to take any chances. I have no idea who she means, but I guess it's best not to know.

My sword is sharpened. I pick up my outfit: all black to cover me in the night, and to cover up my identity in the day. Even if it was humid out. I 'die' in it everyday, but I get used to it. I put on my belt that holds my sword and place my sword into its case smoothly on my hip. I put a mask over my mouth and I take my hood and I put it over my ears, which is uncomfortable at times

...

Okay! All the time.

I exit my home to go out to the village that interrupts my master. I don't know why, but it does, and I cannot allow that. I walk down the hill and into the darkness. The grass is so soft beneath my feet. Why am I not wearing shoes? My master told me that my paws make it easier to sneak around. I have to agree with her though, they are pretty good at stealth!

The wind blew through my hoodie through my eye holes. It felt so nice. I wish I could feel that on the rest of my body, but if I didn't wear this outfit, people would figure out who I am. 

I reach the parallel town. The lights were out in each house which meant everyone was sleeping. That also meant stealth. I sneak around the street and place my back against a wall right near a window. Peaking in, I see a nice living room with a radio, toys, dinner table and all that. But what I really need is a...

Food basket! Jackpot!

I smile as a slowly go for the knob of the door. Yes! It's open! Turning it slowly, I open it and go inside. Okay, quietly.  I sneak my hand to grab whatever was in it and I put it in the bag I had with me. I reach again, and realized that there was no food left. Wait! If there's no food, then they won't have anything to eat! I place a few back. My master will definitely know I didn't take the whole thing, so I took it back.

I heard something from behind me. Someone was coming! I quickly ran to the door, not realizing that my bag was still on the table and it knocked over the basket making a loud sound as it impacted with the ground. Their footsteps became faster as did mine. I then heard a shouting.

"YOU DAMN THIEF! GET BACK HERE!" I felt a tear roll down my cheek. 'Thief' is what they call me, because that's what I am and always will be.

A thief.

I want to be something different.

But that will never happen.