Trick or Treat
Never go trick or treating near midnight if you don't want a bad scare!... at least in the world of Rune-Midgard. Hallowe'en fic, takes place in Prontera.
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Kiara waved goodbye to her friends as they parted their separate ways. It was a longstanding tradition: every October thirty-first they would go trick-or-treating. She had been doing it ever since she was five; even though now that she was sixteen she didn't think of it as being silly.
Sweet sixteen... soon it would be time for her to graduate from a Novice. However, she didn't know what job to take up; a Novice's life seemed so free. The others seemed too hectic for her liking.
Ah... Hallowe'en. She danced a little jig in the dark street. It was a day of pure enjoyment. Walk around the streets in the wee hours, collect candy, gorge on treats, and the only downside would be worrying about getting fat.
There was a slight hint of a night breeze, and the crescent moon was a sliver of white light in the sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and the only sources of light were the moon, and the jack-o-lanterns lining the houses.
The dark-haired Novice inhaled deeply, taking in the woody scent of the autumn air. Sure, she wasn't as Hallowe'en goofy as her friends, but she still loved the holiday. It was the ambience of it all... Christmas had the severe Pronteran winters, and was too harsh (because of the weather, undoubtedly) to really get into the spirit of.
She plucked a falling leaf from the air as it spiralled down towards the cobblestones. It was damp, but she put it to her nose and enjoyed its aroma thoroughly.
Releasing the leaf, Kiara watched it continue on its path, making contact with a small skritch. She wanted to stay out there as long as possible before returning home. Despite it being rather late, she was kept awake by the sheer joy of Hallowe'en.
Even Kiara herself didn't know why she liked Hallowe'en so much.
The silence was broken by a rustle of clothing behind her.
She froze, every muscle waiting to spring into action. Her hands travelled slowly towards the Stiletto in its sheath, fingers instinctively closing on contact.
Novices normally did not have Stilettos, but that was a present from her father on her birthday. "To keep the boys away from you, my beauty," he would say with a laugh.
And not only boys, in this case.
The wind suddenly picked up, and fallen leaves flew all over in a cascade. The blade was drawn with a metallic shing! and she grasped it tightly, knuckles white.
"W-Who's there?" she stammered, trying to keep her voice from shaking. There was no reply, and it only increased her anxiety.
Walking backwards, she stumbled, and landed flat on her bottom with a startled yelp. Rapidly scooting backwards, she only stopped when she felt the cold stone of the wall against her back.
The Stiletto pointed in every direction, she looked around fearfully.
And a hand clamped over her mouth as a figure landed with a muffled thump next to her.
She nearly screamed, but managed to regain her composure. Frantically trying to judge where her assailant's heart would be, she drew the knife back for the killing blow.
Kiara felt something being pressed into her stomach, and she looked up in surprise, wondering why it had not penetrated flesh. She looked back down in surprise and saw...
... a chocolate bar?
"Trick or treat!" the Assassin grinned, and disappeared off into the night.
END
Happy Hallowe'en to all!... even though I don't celebrate it. throws chocolate bars every which way
Never go trick or treating near midnight if you don't want a bad scare!... at least in the world of Rune-Midgard. Hallowe'en fic, takes place in Prontera.
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Kiara waved goodbye to her friends as they parted their separate ways. It was a longstanding tradition: every October thirty-first they would go trick-or-treating. She had been doing it ever since she was five; even though now that she was sixteen she didn't think of it as being silly.
Sweet sixteen... soon it would be time for her to graduate from a Novice. However, she didn't know what job to take up; a Novice's life seemed so free. The others seemed too hectic for her liking.
Ah... Hallowe'en. She danced a little jig in the dark street. It was a day of pure enjoyment. Walk around the streets in the wee hours, collect candy, gorge on treats, and the only downside would be worrying about getting fat.
There was a slight hint of a night breeze, and the crescent moon was a sliver of white light in the sky. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and the only sources of light were the moon, and the jack-o-lanterns lining the houses.
The dark-haired Novice inhaled deeply, taking in the woody scent of the autumn air. Sure, she wasn't as Hallowe'en goofy as her friends, but she still loved the holiday. It was the ambience of it all... Christmas had the severe Pronteran winters, and was too harsh (because of the weather, undoubtedly) to really get into the spirit of.
She plucked a falling leaf from the air as it spiralled down towards the cobblestones. It was damp, but she put it to her nose and enjoyed its aroma thoroughly.
Releasing the leaf, Kiara watched it continue on its path, making contact with a small skritch. She wanted to stay out there as long as possible before returning home. Despite it being rather late, she was kept awake by the sheer joy of Hallowe'en.
Even Kiara herself didn't know why she liked Hallowe'en so much.
The silence was broken by a rustle of clothing behind her.
She froze, every muscle waiting to spring into action. Her hands travelled slowly towards the Stiletto in its sheath, fingers instinctively closing on contact.
Novices normally did not have Stilettos, but that was a present from her father on her birthday. "To keep the boys away from you, my beauty," he would say with a laugh.
And not only boys, in this case.
The wind suddenly picked up, and fallen leaves flew all over in a cascade. The blade was drawn with a metallic shing! and she grasped it tightly, knuckles white.
"W-Who's there?" she stammered, trying to keep her voice from shaking. There was no reply, and it only increased her anxiety.
Walking backwards, she stumbled, and landed flat on her bottom with a startled yelp. Rapidly scooting backwards, she only stopped when she felt the cold stone of the wall against her back.
The Stiletto pointed in every direction, she looked around fearfully.
And a hand clamped over her mouth as a figure landed with a muffled thump next to her.
She nearly screamed, but managed to regain her composure. Frantically trying to judge where her assailant's heart would be, she drew the knife back for the killing blow.
Kiara felt something being pressed into her stomach, and she looked up in surprise, wondering why it had not penetrated flesh. She looked back down in surprise and saw...
... a chocolate bar?
"Trick or treat!" the Assassin grinned, and disappeared off into the night.
END
Happy Hallowe'en to all!... even though I don't celebrate it. throws chocolate bars every which way