Chapter 1

The last of the runners

Now the heat was on. Sakl waited near the end of the market street as the elven patrol came past. Sakl knocked on a door behind himself. Sakl popped his head round the corner. He looked at the fruit stall and his fellow Khan was standing there. It was on. Khan knocked the stall over and unsheathed his sword. The trader raised his hands in fear. Khan thrust his sword straight into the trader's chest. All the other traders ran. The panic alerted the guard immediately.

They came running down the street and drew there bows while doing so.

Sakl nodded to Fraci on the other side of the road they both held the ends of the rope placed out across the street. They pulled up the daggers attached pierced the guards armour and they fell like flies.

"Good job you two" Khan said bring his sword out of the dead man

"Only the best for you boss" Fraci said checking the pockets of the dead guards.

"This was too easy…. I'm leaving" Salk said to the other two now both picking the pockets of the dead array of guards

"You're a worry wart" Fraci said to Salk

Salk made his way down the adjacent street He looked back at his fellow runners. There he saw there down fall. Zackary Hoja Commander of the guards stood there dual swords in his hands. He ran one straight into Fraci's neck. Khan jumped back and began to duel with Zackary. Khan swooped with speed and grace but Zackary was to fast even for my boss. Zackary hit my boss in his sides. Khan fell to the floor. He clutched his side hard as he tried to get up Zackary kicked him in the knee.

"Ha finally ill kill the last of the runners" he shouted laughing madly

"Will live on" Khan said with pain and fear in his voice

"Oh you wont you killed my wife now you little clan of assassins will fade from history for ever" Zackary raised his sword and ran it into Khans skull.

Salk gasped. Salk ran. He ran. He didn't stop. HE ran through the gates and the forest. He ran through the quarry and through the meadow. He didn't stop until he reached a remote village its name was Lofaley. He threw up. His sick rolled down a hill. He felt light headed. HE collapsed as he rolled down he didn't realise the new remote town was to be his home for 20 years.