She wrapped her hand over his mouth, muffling the pain filled cry that erupted from his lips as her hidden blade pierced his heart. His body went limp in her arms as she removed her blade from the man. She gently laid his warm body down as she closed his eyes, whispering a small prayer;
"Please grant this man a passage to an afterlife filled with love and peace."
She stood, looking down over the scene below. Magїr, her target, had just killed five poor men. He stood above all of the civilians, gloating and boasting about his kills. Magїr was a man of order and law, but his methods of obtaining them were cruel, horrid and an injustice.
She swiftly dropped down from the roof she was occupying and made her way into the crowd, becoming invisible. She slowly made her way through the crowd, preparing for the public assassination she was assigned to.
"All of these men deserved their deaths! They defied my laws and I am your god! Your savior! You will honor, respect and worship me as so! I am your everything." Magїr yelled to the crowd as a scowl made its way on to the assassin's face.
'He thinks himself god, yet he cowers behind his men when it comes to anything dangerous. He is a murderer and deserves to rot in hell.' She thought.
Her mind was roughly shoved out of her thoughts as a young boy, about the age of ten by the looks of him, rushed past her and screamed;
"My father was no traitor Magїr, You are! He was an innocent man who always did everything in his power to provide mom and me with food and a home. The one month he does not make the exact amount of money for your stupid taxes, even though he promises that he will give you the rest of the money when he earns it, and you kill him! You're a Murderer and you deserve to rot in hell!"
The assassin smiled slightly as the boys said her words for her. She admired the young boys courage and strength to stand up to a man that could kill him in an instant. Her gaze went to Magїr and her smile instantly dropped. The murderer had closed his eyes and his fist were in tight balls. His right hand was slowly making its way to the sword on his left side and his shoulders remained tense. She knew what he was planning before he even said it.
"Guards! Grab him and bring him here!" the man screamed.
The assassin felt two guards shove past her and watched as they grabbed the young, now terrified boy. she couldn't...not, wouldn't watch that young boy die!
"Amir! No! Please! he is only ten! let him live my lord! please!" a women, who the assassin assumed was the boy's mother, cried out in horror and pain.
The assassin reached into her robes and unsheathed two throwing knives, as she slowly and quietly made her way to the scene.
"no! he will die! hopefully, this will be a lesson to all of you! defy me or fail to show me respect, and this will be your fate!" magїr yelled to both the mother and the rest of the crowd. He had a smirk of triumph and super ego as he basically laughed at the petrified boy. Anger flared through every part in the assassin's body as young Amir trembled.
'If he wants to torment a young boy, in front of his mother, before he kills him mercifully...then ill shall do the same.' her mind growled.
Her pace quickened as she shoved civilians a bit ore roughly. Magїr was very close to the boy and it wouldn't be long before he ran Amir through. the soft *shing* of Magїr's blade was heard and he now stood in front of Amir with a menacing smile. He raised the sword in the air, ready for the blow. the one that never came.
The assassin shoved the remaining two civilians out of the way as she threw both of her throwing knives in one fluent motion. The knives both hit the two guards in the back, releasing the boy. Both bodies fell lifelessly to the ground as multiple screams sounded from the civilians. Magїr brought his sword in front of him defensively as the assassin made herself noticed to him.
She held in the laugh as Magїr' smirk turned into a frown, and then into a shocked facial expression. his eyes filled with horror as the assassin pulled out her short blade and stood in front of Amir defensively. A smirk played her lips as Magїr slowly started to back away, before turning and running in full sprint in the other direction.
the assassin quickly cracked her neck before turning to Amir.
"Peace be with you and your remaining family little hero. And remember, angels are dressed in white."
A small smile appeared on Amir's face as he nodded his head happily. the young boy hugged the assassin tightly in appreciation before he turned and ran off to find his mother. the assassin hid the smile on her face before running in the same direction Magїr had. Her small and agile body made up for her time in speed as she soon caught sight of the retreating Templar.
The man turned in to an ally so she quickly scaled the building next to it. She continued her chase as the man below continued to run. Magїr turned to look behind him, a look of partial relief filling his eyes as he did not see the Assassin chasing him. A small smirk appeared on her face.
'Foolish man. We do not need to be on the ground to hunt you.' she thought as Magїr turned his attention back to the pathway in front of him and ran a little bit faster. The man turned a corner and ran into a one way ally. He stopped and turned to face the entrance, sword raised for a nice greeting.
'Bad idea' she though again as she quietly climbed down from the roves above. she landed behind him silently and leaned up against the wall. she cleared her throat loudly and had to hold back the laugh as Magїr turned around to fast and ended up falling on his chin. The man quickly lifted himself up off the ground but was unable to run away before and hand gripped his armor and shoved him against the wall, hidden blade pressed against his throat.
"Magїr, or should I say Templar, you have taken the lives of many innocent people. The civilians who you so foolishly think love you, have wished for your death, and today, I grant it. however, for tormenting a young boy till he was to be killed, you shall be punished trough my methods."
The assassin's second hidden blade shot out and in one quick flick, had removed the Man's four fingers. His anguish filled scream was music to her ears as the thuds of his fingers sounded against the dirt ground beneath them. Tears flooded out of the man's eyes as he sobbed.
"You have bought the attention of the assassin's because of the wrongs you brought to your people. We work in the dark to serve the light and do not hesitate to kill those who have taken advantage of their privileges. you are no exception." The assassin growled out as she prepared to take his life.
"y-you ar-are a-a-a w-wo-women?" the man said between his sobs of pain. A small smirk graced her lips.
She knew that her robes we designed to hide her natural hour glass figure and the rest of feminine qualities. they were baggy and hid her well. her hood covered most of her face while she fixed the robes to add a bit more shadow to her face, no matter how bright it was. Her gender was unknown to ninety-nine percent of humanity because she did not wish them to. She even had a very convincing male voice that she used most of the time.
"Yes, I am." The assassin said flatly before driving her hidden blade into Magїr's throat. Soft gurgles and chokes left his lips and the life left his eyes. She let go of his body and watched as it plummeted to the ground beneath her to join his dismembered appendages. A small white feather was pulled out of her pouch and drenched in his blood before being put back into the same pouch.
The assassin looked to the sky, taking in the pink, orange and purple sky. it was almost dark and she needed to get back to her Master Derlum. So, she decided to leave now and send a letter to the Rafik later to apologise for not reporting in. The assassin swiftly scaled a building next to her as she made her way to the large wall surrounding the city.
It wasn't long before she made it there and quickly blended in with some scholars she had saved a few days ago. The assassin slipped out of the group and made her way to the horse stables. A young mare with a light brown coat with white spots and black mane stood there, awaiting her master to return to her.
"I'm back my lovely Savar and I brought you a gift." The assassin slipped out an apple she had bought from a merchant earlier and fed it to the beautiful horse. the mare quickly ate it happily while snorting in affection." that's my girl. Now, lets get home, shall we?" The assassin said quietly before mounting the horse.
And with that, she left, on the journey that would take up the span of a day but also take her home to her Master and her unexpected life of killing, shadows and freedom.
