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Author's Note: I am revamping and changing things in this story
Full Summary: An assassin has been unconsciously let loose on the world. This assassin was raised knowing nothing but hatred, but would it be possible to be tamed by love? What will Van do about a strange woman that has dropped into his life with a mysterious aura about her? Is there some sort of relationship about to develop between the mysterious No Name (Nanashi) woman and the Fanelian King? One thing is for sure, the woman wants one thing: blood, blood for blood.
Prologue: How it Began
The sound of pounding feet on the cobble stone road was all that could be heard at that late hour of the night. The citizens of the town just merely closed their shutters to block out the disturbance. They knew better than to try to get involved with the business of those people. No good ever came from getting involved.
"Get her! Don't let that wench get away!"
All she could do was run as fast as she could. She had to get as much distance as she could. The men that were chasing after her were getting closer to her than she wanted. Taking a sharp left turn she ran into one of the many alleyways of the crowded town. She came to an abrupt halt when all that she saw in front of her was the giant stone wall looming above her. She had let herself run blindly into a dead end!
"She went this way!" The voices of the men were even closer to her than before. She had to think of something fast. Looking behind her quickly she jumped onto the wall. Scrambling up the wall she jumped from the top, as soon as her feet touched the ground she broke out running again. The girl didn't stop sprinting until she suddenly crashed into something, or rather someone. As she fell to the ground she slowly looked up to see what it was that she had collided with.
"No…" Her bright eyes could only look up in horror as she saw who it was that she had run into. Frantically she tried to pick herself up off the cold ground and get away from the man standing before her.
"No, you aren't getting away again."
Just as she finally got her bearings and made to run he grabbed the hood of her black wool cloak. The man jerked her backwards and threw her back on the filthy cobblestones. Looming over her he put a boot on her chest to keep her down.
"You shouldn't have tried to run away from me little girl." He added more pressure to her sternum.
She glared up at the man above her with nothing but pure hatred in her eyes. She observed him carefully; he was nothing but a monster. There was his masculine, muscular, broad chest, the strong arms and the long powerful legs. Everything about him was built to hunt. She despised everything about him, but what she hated the most about him was covered with his black hood. His eyes, he possessed eyes that could look into your soul and find your darkest fear… and bring them to life. That was how he manipulated his men's obedience until their deaths. She saw him reach for something hidden beneath his black cloak. Listening carefully she could hear the distinct sound of metal scratching.
Putting his sword to her pale throat he pulled back his hood, he watched sadistically as her eyes watched in pure terror. "I will show you why you should never try to disobey me."
A scream escaped her young throat as she felt the cold steel pierce her side.
"I hope you rot in hell for your disobedience."
There was nothing that she could do as she saw darkness closing in on her.
Author's Note: This is the edited prologue for Fate's Pawn, please leave a review if you would be so kind.
