The dark bright moon lay low in the sky. Tall giant trees reached for the shining stars and the sky. The wood was a playground for shadows, skipping across the flowers and bushes. Death was not uncommon here animals plants even humans died every day it was one of the few things they had in common
A girl aged 12 or less was standing in the clearing inspecting the burnt black brown wood of the old oak. A small rustling was heard be hide her.
"Have you completed the mission" the man shrouded in the eerie darkness grumbled.
The girl chucked down a silver fan with deep still warm blood on the darkened mahogany. 2 keep it as a gift, a memento to remember your first kill." Her clothes shifted as she bent down to pick up the shimmering silver fan and slide it in to her pocket
Two bodies of flesh shoved a girl forward her black hair loose around her shoulders, she had a thick strip of white cotton around her mouth tightly tied to the back of her head. A lightly bleeding cut from above her left eye to her chin, a small trickily of blood dripped from her cut on to the gag slowly tuning it a red crimson
"Now my child you understand what must happen" he reached inside his cloak and pulled out a silver sword. A thin line of silver hit the forest floor as the high moon reflected across the married surface. "All traitors must be killed2 the young girl's eye's widened letting out a silent plea." Even the young and old, even the innocent and guilty!" a pale hand reached out and grabbed the blue teal Chris cross hilt.
She tilted the sword. Eyes grey- green looked back. A life time of hardship and killing was seen clearly.
She slowly placed the sword above the fast beating heart. Her own quiet and tame. The weeping girl's heart was a drum in her ears loud and rhythmic.
She plunged forward and stopped. Her hand was shaking. She couldn't kill the young girl. She shifted her foot back and twisted the sword in the air. It landed tip first
"You do not kill her "the leader spoke his eyes squinted. " you killed the owner of that fan. They are the same. Both are made of carbon oxygen and water. Both are made of blood and flesh. All just as breakable."
"Yes, but she is an innocent. I will not kill her because she does not want to murder. I was raised to kill, but I will not kill my sisters or brother."
"So you will make yourself a traitor" the male whispered his voice still in monotone.
A knife flung forward and struck on of the man in black in the chest.
"That should answer your question"
"Kill the traitor" he turned his long coat dragged on the ground but didn't make a sound.
"And her"