Yeah, yeah. gumi owns BF. We get it.
So, this is the place… Well hidden away in the large, ancient trees lay an old, abandoned castle. The moonlight bounced off of its stone walls and flooded the courtyard, where the tents of soldiers could be seen. This place was in a highly strategic location- close enough to the battlefield, and close enough to hiding places and vast healing materials. Even though the battle with the gods was in their favor, for now, at least, it was always good to have supplies such as the ones from the life-giving forest.
He scanned the premises from the towering oak, grinning as he realized everyone was asleep, including the good-for-nothing guards. This would be too easy. There was no way he could possibly mess this up.
Swiftly and silently, he lept from the tree, darting through the shadows and easily slipping through the gate. A few fires still burned, dimly, however, their pitiful amounts of smoke wisping up as he flashed by. There were no soldiers guarding the entrance to the tower itself, so he entered, his eyes drawn to the touch on the wall. It gave off a faint light, but it was bright enough to illuminate the features of the interior. It was rather plain; a large desk with a map, he assumed for planning, a few chairs, and a few chunks of rock lying haphazardly on the ground, most likely due to the elderly, unkempt condition of the building.
As quietly as a fox, he crept up the stairs, flickering torchlight form the walls showing him the way. The stairs spiraled up and up, stopping at several floors, but none of these were the right levels. He was going to the top. Higher and higher he climbed. Just as he thought they'd never end, he came to a door. As he worked on the lock, it struck him that there were more levels than the building was tall. Some powerful mage must've bound the land with a spell, condensing the space inside.
A soft click could be heard, and the door opened. Inside was a circular room, bright with silver, exposing moonlight. It fell from the open doors to the balcony, whose old white curtains fluttered delicately in the night zephyrs. He entered the bedroom, stalking up to the unsuspecting figure lying off to one side. Looking down at their face, he felt a slight pang of regret- it would be a pity to remove such a beautiful face from the world, but it had to be done. He pulled a simple dagger from the folds of his clothing, the sharp blade glinting dangerously. Dark magic seemed to emanate from it, casting a gloomy, eerie feel over the room.
He pressed it against the sleeping figure's throat, ready to slit it open. But then… They muttered something in their sleep. It just so happened to be that they unknowingly uttered a spell. And everything was a stunning white-gold.
