A young boy crept through the dimly lit training ground, the cold air sending shivers down his spine. The two moons hung low in the sky, casting a faint glow over the old stone buildings. He tightened his grip on his lantern, cautiously avoiding the slumbering guard dogs that patrolled the area.
His friends had been longing for a taste of something other than their usual fare, for tonight is a special night, and this boy was determined to find a way to make it happen. Legends whispered of a hidden cellar tucked away beneath the training ground. Rumors from the other boys in the camp talk about a cellar that holds rare and exquisite wines. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to surprise his friends. Since training has been hard this past year, and it's all because of "The Naming."
The heavy scent of dampness filled the air as our young, inspiring thief reached the cellar's entrance. His heart raced with anticipation as he gently eased open the creaking wooden door, wincing at every noise. The last thing he wanted was to alert the dogs to his presence.
As he descended the stone steps, the boy's lantern cast eerie shadows on the damp walls. The flickering light revealed row upon row of dusty wine barrels. He couldn't help but imagine the delight on his friends' faces when they get to taste one of these hidden treasures.
Cautiously, he approached the first barrel, running his fingers over the rough surface. The cellar was visited regularly, and he knew he had to choose quickly. Each delay could mean the difference between success and failure.
His heart skipped a beat as he heard a faint rustling noise from the corner of the cellar. Panic surged through his veins, and he froze, holding his breath. Glowing yellow eyes emerged from the shadows, and the boy's heart sank. It was one of the guard dogs, awakened by his presence. Thick brown and black fur covered its body. Only stopping at the bronze shell on its back. They can roll into a ball, performing a tackle that can break bones.
With quick thinking, the boy remembered a piece of dried meat from his pocket, hoping to distract the dog. He tossed it to the side, watching the canine's attention shift. As the dog eagerly devoured the treat, the new thief continued his search.
Barrel after barrel, he carefully inspected the labels, searching for the perfect wine. The aroma of aged oak and subtle notes of fruits filled his senses. Finally, he found an exquisite red wine known for its exceptional taste and rarity.
Well, at least that's what the Masters say.
The label shimmered under the lantern's light, "Pyro Wings" Etched into the metal. He pulled a bottle out of a concealed bag with great care, his heart pounding with excitement and nervousness as it fills with wine. He couldn't wait to share this newfound joy with his friends, to see their faces light up with delight.
He made his way back through the cellar, ensuring not to disturb the sleeping dogs. His steps were lighter than ever before. He emerged from the hidden depths, the night sky greeting him with a soft breeze. The dogs remained undisturbed, and the mastermind sighed in relief.
With the bottle safely hidden away, the boy retraced his steps through the training ground, taking care to leave no trace of his presence. The journey back seemed faster, propelled by the thought of his friend's happiness. The anticipation grew with every step, fueling his determination.
The silence of the night became a memory as the boy's last steps toward success were acquainted by a word,
"Boy!"