Issac has completed his tale of the Pickpocket, following on from the introduction by Tim Rylands. Read all about what happened following the birth of his child below;
"How has this happened?" the pick pocket said as he touched the girls hand but was rejected by the girl as she screamed in pain. He shouted in a tone that cried out into the streets "I'll make this right my love I promise." But it was too late, his wife had already ran in fright down the stone cold path in shame...
The pick pocket picked the baby up and went outside, as he walked down the path he noticed that all the villagers were staring at him in disbelief as only the baby's left hand was starting to move. But she still wouldn't be able to pocket the people for they would notice that something was wrong.
The pick pocket was sitting on the path crying in despair, when he gazed upon one of his most favourite places in the world; The Sword and Shield pub...
He opened the door and at that very moment the several knight's laughed so heavily it could have rained ale. The pick pocket bravely put down the girl and asked "Where is thou healer? For can you see my baby is not well. I need a cure for my beloved child".
For a minute the room was so silent it seemed empty but it was not, then out of the crowd of people the bar owner came forward and in a grouchy voice he spoke "You'll have to travel deeply into madness for that antidote, this wound is never going to heal itself". The pick pocket smirked, like the antidote was in front of him at that very moment.
He walked down the path with the baby girl when suddenly something grasped his hand and pulled him towards a dark alleyway. There was a woman with a manticore beside her. The manticore was ready to pounce at the baby girl. It had teeth filled with venom. Then in a deep voice the woman spoke. "If you enter that castle you will regret it, like you regret that girl in your hands now".
"Back away you're mad my child is beloved to me, the castle's my only hope to restore my child's strength to her hand and take it back to normality".
"You want to help your child just for you, the king doesn't help people he just sits in his chair feeling proud of himself... Good luck."
After the woman spoke a breezed slipped down the alleyway and in the blink of an eye her body was gone. The manticore ran into the streets viciously scowling at people running down a steep path then it couldn't be anymore.
The pick pocket ran down the path towards the hills trying to escape the town. As he travelled throughout the rocky black hills trudging down the dusty path, he saw the citadel carnival.
The pick pocket saw one of the town gates closed with a guard sitting beside it, with a bottle of the finest alcohol named "Epic poison." The guard was drunk and fast asleep.
The pick pocket laid the baby down on the ground. As he lifted the chain, the town gate lifted, then he grabbed the girl pulling the cloth under the gate and releasing the chain...
"G.G.G...Gosh". Said the pick pocket.
He gently picked up his baby who was groaning in fright, he stroked her face to calm her down and hurried off up the winding stairs made from granite that felt as smooth as silk.
As the pick pocket got to the top of the stairs he saw the amount of servants who worked for the king, who was extremely selfish, and who felt proud to be ruler of Citadel.
The pick pocket crept on the solid smooth marble carrying his child, feeling unsure after what he heard from the mysterious lady who had dragged him down the dark cruel alleyway and that he was doing this for his own greedy reasons, but he promised his wife he would heal his little girl.
The pick pocket silently tip-toed throughout the king's pillars trying to find the ancient gold throne until he reached King Edward's throne. The king was sitting proud doing nothing, but the arm had to be healed.
"Father of Citadel is there a cure for this poor baby" called out the pick pocket. The kings eye's bulged out, and at that minute tears of laughter haunted the room...
BANG!! King Edward hit his staff down onto the floor. "How dare you think I would help that baby of yours. She screams like a banshee!" he chuckled so loud it echoed down the hall.
"Without further ado you and your baby are banished from Citadel for begging for the king's help!" A trickle of tears ran through the pick pockets mind in shock and fell to his eye's like a waterfall, the pick pocket was taken out of the castle with the little girl.
As the pick pocket crossed the bridge the carnival was nearly over he trudged across bridges until finally. The epic carnival awaited.
A bright light casted over one of the dark black and orange tents telling him healing was awaiting. The pick pocket entered the tent noticing one half of the tent was night and the other day.
"Hello...Peter. What a pleasant surprise"
"How do you know my name?" asked the pickpocket
"I know your precious daughter Autumn as well. I am the un-named from far far across the horizon, who, praise to heaven, has the power to heal."
"I will do anything to heal my baby I promise"
"Ok. But you will have to tell the village your secret of pick pocketing."
The pick pocket had to make a decision...so the answer came slowly and steady."I will reveal my secret to the town..."
"As you wish..."
You are probably wondering what happened to the pick pocket and his daughter Autumn. A miracle cure happened. The pick pocket crept around the village trying to hide from the guards telling people here and there to come to his house so he could gather everybody round and tell them he was the breeze that slipped passed and he was the cause of stolen belongings from peoples pockets.
He passed all the belongings back to the people forgiving them and telling them he wouldn't do it again.
As the pickpocket passed the last of the stolen items back - a golden bracelet to a lady, suddenly the baby moved her deformed arm unclenching her fist quickly reaching out trying to grab the bracelet. The lady backed away running out of the house flinging the door open shouting down the street that the baby girl had been cured and also telling the palace about the pick pocket's big secret.
The following day, after the pickpocket had revealed his secret to the people he had stolen from, several knights from the palace came to the pickpockets house and arrested him sending him to prison for life.
