A 200-word double-drabble. Um... maybe you can figure out what is happening. Maybe.
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I kneel before this man - my Master. I hold his blade. "My duty is done, Master."
"The message has been delivered?"
"It has."
"And who does the blood belong to?"
"The eldest of the four, Master." I turn my face.
"Why do you look away?"
I cannot lie. "He thought I was a friend, Master. He trusted me. But, when he turned his back to me, I betrayed that trust."
"I see. Did it hurt you to betray him?"
"Yes, Master."
"Yet, you followed through?"
"I did, Master. I followed your command. The finality was certain… the blade cut deeply."
A hint of a smile plays across his face. "As it always has in the hand of the skilled."
I hold it out to him still. "Will you not take it, Master?"
"You have earned both my trust and the weapon. It belongs to you now."
"Thank you, Master." I rise to my feet. I do not leave.
"Is there something else?"
"Tell me please, Master… how many throats has this blade slit?"
He turns away. "Many. What of them?"
I stand behind this man - just a man. I hold my blade. "Yours will be the next, Master."
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