| Constantine looked down the street, he was uneasy, any moment now they would discover that it was stolen. He looked at the dock, where was that damn man, he was supposed to be here and was he? No. 'Damn.' Con thought, he had stole the king of england's blood gem and he was so going to me killed if they found out it was him. But to remember why he had stole it he thought of the young boy he was taking care of, then he thought of how tired he was from work then he thought of food. He sighed, he hadn't eaten at all this week instead he let fayt have what he needed. Constantine jumped when he felt someone reach in his pocket. He spun around and saw the man he had been waiting for standing there. 'Where have you been?' Constantine hissed. 'I had other afairs to take care of.' The pirate said looking at the blood gem. 'It's the real thing now give me the money.' He said. 'You're cute you don't have to do this kind of work, just go to a whore house...' Constantine smaked the man's hand away when he reached forward for him. 'No.' Constantine was only sixteen he didn't want to do that. 'Fine here.' The pirate gave constantine a lot of money for the gem and walked off. Constain was working as an inside con artist, he worked as a soldier for the king and queen of England, yet he wasn't loyal. He took small things of value from them, so he could take care of Fayt, his five year old 'brother'. He would make sure he wasn't caught then put it on the black market for money. He hated having to do it but it was the only way to get enough moey, being a good little soldier didn't pay good enough for both of them. |
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| He looked upon the child it's arms thrashing this way and that. "Constantine this is my new son.. I want you to always be with him." "What's his name?" The boy holding the child as he sat at the end of the queen's hospital bed. "Promise me you'll never leave him, promise you'll love him as if you were me.." The queen was dying she gasped for breathe, but found none. "I swear on my life. What is his name your majesty?" Constantine asked once more. "It's.. Fayt.." She said as she exhaled her last breathe. The young boy, Constantine as he was called looked down at the little baby that was holding its foot. He smiled, holding the child to his chest and he left the room as doctors rushed in. He looked back, eyes full of tears. The queen had taken care of him when he was small, like a mother. He turned away and started walking.
Name: Fayt Claremont
Age: Five 
Name Contantine Dietric
Age: Fifteen
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