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Chapter 1: the order

Fyusao slammed the door shut behind him muttering to himself, as he walked down the entry hall of his masters quarters. Why had he become an assassin in the first place? 'Because you liked the pressure,' a voice in his head answered. He sighed.

Just before the exit doors, Fyusao turned left and into the library. After entering the library, he turned left again, putting him in front of the vast selection of books.

"Ab, Ac, Ad, Ae. . ." he muttered to himself. Several minutes later he was still searching. "Where are the god dammed 'Al's!" He yelled, not caring as every single person in the library turned to look at him.

"There you are, " he said with triumph as he found the book in question. It's title was… The Lives of the people of Alagaesia.

Fyusao walked over to a table, sat down, and proceeded to read.

Several hours later, he had finished the 852 page book, he took the book out of the library, promising to give it back by two weeks. His mind still on what he'd learned about Alagaesia, he walked out side and challenged some random elf to a duel. Still thinking about the differences between his world and the one he was going to try to get into, he fought the elf, won, and went to his quarters.

The elven man walked into his room laid down on his bed and, finding himself board, fell asleep.

Fyusao had nothing to do. Nothing to do but wait. He was given a task two weeks after he completed his last one, and it was time. Soon he started pacing. The wait was unbearable. After half an hour later, he was still waiting. Finally, his hand burned, and he left his courters and walked to his master's palace.

Opening the double doors, he walked down the entry hall and opened the next set of double doors, that led him into his master courters. He stood next to his masters desk and awaited a command. "Please, sit down 3141," he said using Fyusao's code name.

"Thank you but I'd prefer to stand," he replied. They went through this every time they met. Fyusao was beginning to think his master did it just to prolong the wait. "What are my orders, master," he asked with no feeling in his voice at all.

"Your order," he said then paused. Both men in the room took deep breaths. "is to destroy the race of the dragons," he finished. "Where can they be found?" Fyusao asked calmly. "The majority are in Alagaesia," was his masters reply. Fyusao knew that his master had gotten afraid of his magical abilities and that this mission was no doubt an attempt to kill him. It isn't like he could disobey. True, he'd most likely die if he did the mission but he'd die if he didn't also and he figured being killed by a dragon was less painful than having the blood slowly drained out of your body. He then waited for his master to set the time in which he must complete the mission.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally he spoke. "Your task must be completed in 1 and ½ years!" his master bellowed. Fyusao felt the scar on his palm burn with intense heat ―

Fyusao woke up. Just reliving the pain in a dream hurt him more than anything he could think of. Fyusao looked out at the night sky, and wondered what time it was. Judging by the darkness outside, he guessed it was around 1 a.m.

Once again finding himself with nothing to do he created a portal, firmly said, "Alagaesia!", and walked through the portal. The portal closed. He found himself… on the other side of his room. He cursed repeatedly, and thought out another idea. He sat on the ground, legs crossed, and meditated. Letting the magic flow through him, he thought of all the characteristics of Alagaesia. After about a half hour he opened his eyes, and was still in his room, with his legs crossed.

He continued to think up ideas until his magic started to run low. Still, he could not enter the world. He got up and cursed as his tense muscles burned. While stretching he cursed several times. 'damn it' he thought to himself. 'how am I ever gonna get into that fucking world.'

Listening to himself say that thought about ho much he'd changed. When he first got the job of assassin, he never swore, was polite to every one, and VERY talkative. Now, he swore constantly, he rarely talked to anyone, and unless he was talking to master Thradar he was rude.

Finally managing to get up, Fyusao looked in his mirror and once again thought of how much he'd changed. At 34 ― the age he became an assassin ― he was relatively tall, with full lips, slightly smaller than usual ears, for being rippled with muscle, thin arms and legs, and long black hair he kept in a pony tail. At age 117 ― his age now ― his was very tall and lanky, with a scalp that he shaved with magic regularly. His mouth generally appeared to be a line bellow his mouth, and his ears were still slightly smaller than you would expect from someone his size.

Stepping away from his mirror, Fyusao walked out of his house, and started walking towards the palace, his bear feet padding along the path. Looking up at the sky, Fyusao guessed it was around eleven in the morning. Finally getting to the double doors at the entrance to the palace, he winced as the cold from the tiles seeped through the skin of his feet. Not that he'd put shoes on. He'd stopped wearing shoes ever since he became and assassin, because he thought they were to noisy.

He walked down the hallway to the rooms he had at the palace, he didn't really like them, but they held most of his magical equipment. Once in his rooms, he closed the door and locked it before moving onto the uncomfortable bed and rereading The Lives of the people of Alagaesia.

After rereading the book four times, a very tired Fyusao fell asleep in his room in the palace, despite the fact that the bed was very uncomfortable.

Even though when he awoke he would not where he fell asleep, he would not no where he woke up.

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I don't think this is very long, but still I liked it. I'll also try to update every week to two weeks.

Please, please, please review. I need all the opinions I can get. I don't care what you know, who you are or any of that stuff. Just review. Now, there are at least 75 of you who have looked at this page and not reviewed. It may be sucky. It is the shortest and worst written chapter in the whole friggin' story! So just read this very boring first chapter, and go to the next one!