A teenage boy slid through the crowded streets. He was different than anyone else. He was much cleaner and wore a dark black robe that held only a speck of dust. His plain expression was also different than the frustrated and anxious to please looks given by the rest of the village people. There was a very rich man here as well. The man headed in the opposite direction of the boy. Walking with him were two guards, one on either side. The boy slid to his left so when he passed the man, he would intersect between him and at least one guard. As they passed, with a swift movement, also a small movement of his right hand revealed a small dagger that had been hidden from view up under his sleeve. He pushed it quickly into the man's stomach, pulling it out with an even quicker speed and faded back within the ranks of the crowd before the man let out a sound or anyone noticed a disturbance.
It took a couple moments for anyone to begin to realize what had happened. The boy, just like everyone else turned quickly as they heard a soft thud on the ground, like something heavy being dropped.
"Someone has assassinated the High Priest of Rowenage. Alert King Redrick!"
All the people listened to the guards yelling back and forth. It seemed disturbing that all of this confusion was taking place and the culprit could be getting away.
The boy slid out his dagger just enough for him to see the blade. Blood was stained upon it. Satisfied, he turned around and kept walking. He smiled.
Mission accomplished.
"I cant believe that the kid pulled it off. I thought the guards would see him for sure!"
"Yes, this seems to be a promising new assassin we have in our wake."
The two men had watched the scene unfold. They had not only been sent there to make sure the kid done the job, but also to see HOW he had done it. The man that had sent them was also the man that had sent the boy to kill the priest.
"It doesn't make any sense to me, why would master send me to take on such an easy task? Also, why much I have killed that High Priest?" The boy pondered these thoughts on the way back to the Hideaway. This had been the first real assassination he ever had to do. They had put him through training sessions that were similar, but never really anything important. The blade that he used to kill the man wasn't even his own, but the Master's blade. The sharpness of it was amazing. He didn't think the blade would go through that easily. As he headed up the steps, he awed about it some more. He stepped into the palace. It's gold vases and armor shined all the brighter now.
"Come my boy, have you finished what was needed to be done?" The older man stood at a window in a white robe.
"Yes master, the job is done. The Priest is dead."
"Did anyone suspect you of this crime?"
"No master."
"Well done."
