Chapter 1

No one's pow

I silently followed my target trough the city of Meereen. I keep a good distance between us, so it is not obvious that I am following him. I have been watching him for a week now and today shall be the day I'll grant him the gift.

Unfortunately the city is full of unsulted solders, who patrol the city for queen. The amount of solders does not worry me but it makes completing my job slower. Fortunately I have time.

I had learned everything I needed to know about my target, and I know his day -- like my own.

A man was a innkeeper in a nearby Inn, single father of two and as long as I could tell, a honest man.

I didn't know the reason why someone wanted him dead, but it was not my place to ask. I was only a servant after all.

Few hours later I finally see my opportunity. He has stopped to buy food from one of the many food boots on the market. The street is full of people and nobody will notice if i stike.

I pull out a small poson dart. He won't even have time to feel the pain when the poison reaches his heart. It is a effective way to kill, and it will give me few seconds to get away before the target falls.

I walk foward keeping my gaze on the distance. When I am behind my target I sink the dart into his flesh, and pull it out with a quick movement. All this without stopping walking. I can hear his heavy body slamming against the ground and some people screaming. I was told to leave the body, so now my job was done.

I turn from the corner

I make my way to the building that I had been given for my stay in the city. The house has been designed that it does not attract too much attention, but it still is nicer that most of the average houses. It has two main rooms for living, a washing room, and a small locked room for weapons.

One of the rooms has everything I need for sleeping and practising . other room is like any other living room that has a bigger table for eating, smaller desk for writing and some other furniture. Not -- time I sit down next to the desk and start writing with a elegant handwriting

lā irudy ēza issare grat.

It is high valkyrian meaning 'a gift has been granted'.

I get up and walk over to the small cage that lays on the counter. I open it and a raven flights out. It's feathers are black as the night sky and it has sharp claws that could rip a man's throat if it wanted to. It is a powerful and smart bird, and that's why it is one of my favourites.

I sit back down and call for the bird, it comes to me instantly. I pet it's small figure before I attach the parchment to the bird. I look into it's black eyes and connect our minds.

It only lasts for a second but now the raven knows where it needs to go and who to find. It spreads it's wings and rises into the air. I watch as it flights out of the window towards the Braavos. Now I just need to wait for the rest if my instructions. hopefully I will get a reply in a 9 suns of time. Until then I shall wait.

I sit there, staring out of the window into the sunny city listening of the voices of the city.

Suddenly a horn is been blown several times. The deep sound echoed trough the city and there are no change that somebody would miss that.

I know exactly what the sound means:

The execution is about to start.

I rise up and walk towards the door. This is not something I wanna miss.

A/N: sorry that this was short. The next one will probably be longer but now I would like to hear your opinion!

678 words

13.03.2017

~I.M.B~