Note: Hi everyone! In this story I will hop a lot in Tath's life, but I will always mark those hops with and then write which age she is. At age 19, it is present time, which is the time of Lloyd and the other's journey. I hope it's not too complicated/Louiii
Rouge
19 years old
I've always been a curios soul. Wanted to know everything, see everything. I know more than even Yggdrasill does!
She looked up from the fire and a smile spread across her face.
Is it even possible to know more than the creator of these worlds?
Her exhale was a mix of a sarcastic laughter and a snort with despise towards the leader of Cruxis.
'That foolish man,' she said quietly to herself.
A young man looked up from the fire, his dark hair falling into his eyes. A rather dashing young man, most women would think. But not Tatheya. Why should she?
She was going to kill him anyway in the end. For he was a part of Cruxis. Or rather the Desians, as some would say.
He was a half-elf, even though mostly known as a Desian in Sylvarant.
'Did you say something?'
Tatheya looked at the boy. He was the grandson of the recent late Kvar, one of the Five Grand Cardinals. Kvar had been a, frankly, pain in the ass to everyone who was around him. Always acting like he was the superior in the room. But this boy was not like Kvar, though.
'Wouldn't dream of it,' she replied loyally.
'Good, because I am trying to sleep over here, you know.'
But he was a brat. Tatheya despised brats.
He's just like…the Chosen in Tethe'alla, she thought and hate for the young man with the red hair and good looks stirred up inside of her.
She wondered why she hadn't killed him yet. No, yes of course, that damn King would be on my heels by a second.
It was a too big risk to do something big like that. Kill the Chosen of Tethe'alla. That would sure put her name on the map.
But no, she did not want that. Not yet.
For now, she was going to be the young assassin. It was indeed a perfect idea. Who would suspect her to be an assassin? That is why she did small jobs like these. Make sure that a replacement didn't come forth or making an important General disappear.
Right now she was doing the job of eliminating the replacement of Kvar. The idea was to accompany him to the Asgard Human ranch and while inside, kill him and then steal some information of the Desians plans.
Tatheya sighed.
She was one of the assassins for a small group that worked against the Desians, unaware of Cruxis, and Yggdrasill. Tatheya grinned as she thought of the group's intentions.
What a fool the leader, Ian, was! He believed in the exact same thing as the Renegades, but did not want to join forces with them. If he did, he would know everything he wanted to know and were able to operate the ideas Ian wanted to.
But then, that was also the reason Tatheya had joined with them.
For she would never work with the Renegades, nor with Cruxis. She only worked with herself. Yet, she had some conscious and therefore chose to serve for the purpose of the Renegades. At least, their plans seemed somewhat saner than Yggdrasill's ones.
The whole act with the Chosen as a cover to seek a body for his precious sister? Crazy fool.
Even so, the assassins in the small group were good, perhaps some as good as the ones working for the Renegades. But for now, they chose to lay low, simply to figure out their next move.
Tatheya looked at the boy, sleeping careless. She silently pulled out a dagger from her cloak, holding it up, letting the moonlight reflect upon the clean blade. She could indeed kill the boy whenever she wanted to. Whatever information Ian sought for she could take from her mind. For indeed, she knew more than he did, she simply chose not to tell him. Too much of the truth would perhaps not be good.
All this trouble for the cause of a boy's sister? It is best Ian doesn't know about Cruxis intentions, or even about the two worlds!
She had managed to fool the boy that she was a poor merchant, simply looking for protection on her way to Asgard.
He thought he was the superior one. But no, Tatheya was the superior one. Now the power of life in her hand, she lowered the dagger to his throat, hearing his soft breathing…