A/N I aint dead, but the other story is. Just lost track, but i will start fresh with this new one. Hope you enjoy it

Traveling by carriage home, the family rode through a small town where they overheard the news of a new deadly weapon. It would let out a bang as loud as a small bomb, firing a small stone at a high speed towards the target. This magnificent new contraption was known as the gun. The news spread like wildfire all around the kingdom. This knowledge shocked Gilfort so badly, be became paranoid about his targets owning these. He couldn't get one simply because he must remain stealthy.

Unsurprisingly, his boss ordered him to steal a gun by any means necessary. "Maybe," Gilfort thought, "if there are 2, I could get one for the house!" His hopes high, Gilfort made a dash for his intended target, a wealthy man who bought guns as soon as he'd heard of them.

That night, the man set up a scarecrow to use for target practice. 2 other men were present with their own rifles. When Gilfort arrived, he knew they were body guards that were also using dummies as targets. Slipping into the shadows, Gilfort's vision is impaired due to the waning moon. He can't tell how far away the dummy is.

Suddenly, a rifle goes off with a sudden bang! Startled, Gilfort was knocked off his feet and into the dirt. He stood up, brushing himself off and slipped back into the dark of night. Readying his blades, Gilfort approaches the guards, but stands about three yards away from them and throws a rock to distract them. It lands just behind the wealthy man, and the guards quickly investigate. Gilfort then sneaks up right behind the guards. The man mistakes it for a round that fell off of a table and goes back to shooting. As soon as the guards turn around, they are met with an unpleasant surprise. They jumped back and took aim. Thinking fast, Gilfort rolls forward and jumps up. Quickly, he draws his weapons and whirls around, slashing both of their throats, leaps into the air, and dives blade-first into the guards' boss. He stabbed him through the lung with his sword and through the heart with his dagger. Blood gushed from the deep wounds left in his body as Gilfort removes his blades.

Finally, Gilfort steals two of the three guns there. Noticing the bloody mess, Gilfort mutters to himself, "Gee, that's a little more blood than usual." He shrugs and runs back, delivering the gun to his boss and bringing one home.

Upon entering his house, Gilfort felt a sharp, crippling pain in his left leg. He hopped over to a wooden chair and sat down to see what had happened. Astonished, Gilfort finds a bloody wound in his thigh. Feeling something hard, he pries a small stone from it. Then it hit him, literally. Thinking back to when the gunshot scared him off his feet, he didn't jump...no, he was shot!