Hello everyone looking at this beautiful and amazing story! It really is a shame that there are only 6 stories for AQworlds. That number might grow as time passes, so there might be more (or less) if you are reading this.
Believe it or not, this was a school assignment. To write a story. I tweaked a few things, so that's why some facts are a bit different from the actual game. Why am I telling you this? So you will stop flaming, that's why! I'm serious. Just go with the flow. This is about writing, making great stories, not about how Dire Wolves are actually much bigger or much smaller than I have portrayed them. Okay? No flaming. Please.
Now, Darkovia is an island in some mixed-up world that never receives a drop of daylight. No. Flaming. I like this Darkovia better, actually.
"I have a new assignment for you," Kayla looked up at the ShadowSlayer, who was twiddling a silver knife in between her fingers. Reflected in the silver's polished surface was a beautiful woman with perfectly cropped blond hair, slightly tan skin, and a very sly smile that held many secrets behind it. That was Z. No last name, just Z. The last letter. The last resort. When things started to go wrong, people call the ShadowSlayers. When things couldn't be allowed to go wrong, people call Z.
She stared at her top apprentice, Kayla, with intense blue eyes. Not the soft cotton candy blue, but like ice, cold and sharp. "The vampire population is in danger of growing," Kayla nodded, knowing her duty. She was part of the ShadowSlayers, and her job was to keep the creatures of Darkovia- vampires, werewolves, and werepyres (a deadly combination of the two)- from overrunning the night-world.
The two of them stood in a dark room, lit by small orange candles, flickering around the perimeter. They were in the Shadow Academy, where humans trained in fighting, endurance, other skills needed to defend against Darkovia's onslaught. This was the Deployment Room, where new missions were received.
"Is a war coming?" Kayla asked, remembering the last time a battle had broken out. A four-way war, Werewolves vs. Vampires vs. ShadowSlayers vs. Werepyres, hardly leaving a soul on the island. There was a "reservation" for the humans who weren't ShadowSlayers, but not many stayed there, for obvious reasons.
"Yes and no," Z replied coolly, focusing her gaze back on the knife. "Not," She twirled the blade on a finger. "if you complete this task. We need the vampire's weakness. Whose knows how we're going to grow that all-powerful garlic on a blasted island that doesn't give sunlight! No. There must be something else. Werewolves, as you know, we've got covered,"
Silver, Kayla thought to herself, looking at Z's blade.
"But once we know the vampire's fault, their Achilles Heel, as some say," She smiled. "We will be able to tackle the Werepyres," Kayla shivered at the name. "Anyway, we need someone on the inside, watching them, figuring out what will bring their downfall. They know me, they would never trust me, but you are a new face. Fresh meat," She smiled, but her expression went serious again. "We need answers, Kayla. We need to find their weakness,"
.o.~.O.~.o.
Kayla ran swiftly through the dark woods, only barely dodging trees, each step light and fast. As a ShadowSlayer, and a very professional one at that, she was quick, strong, and quiet.
Except she wasn't all that quiet at the moment. Her regular, traditional Shadowslayer uniform-cloth cape, hardened leather boots and armored shirt-had been replaced with a simple, tan, cotton dress, like what the humans from the reservation wore. Thorns, twigs, and leaves clung clung to the skirt, but it did help support her character.
"You need to look somewhat weak. Innocent," She remembered Z saying. "You're a simple peasant girl whose family is dead or lost for whatever reason you come up with, and you need a place to stay,"
Kayla did feel weak. Without a pistol, bow and arrows, or even a good old sword at her side, the ShadowSlayer seemed so vulnerable and puny. Z did allow her the small, sturdy silver dagger, which rested, hidden, in her boot. If the vampires were to find it, she would say it was to ward off any werewolves who might attack.
The woods began to clear, trees thinning out, and Kayla could now see the dark indigo sky above her. It was speckled with stars, the twinkling, tiny pinpoints of light. She slowed her pace. It would look unnatural for her if she was running with so much agility in the vampire territory. She had to be trusted. Kayla had slowed down just in time. She could sense the presence of something else, someone else.
"Human!" Kayla heard him before she saw him. She skidded to a stop, opening her eyes wide and whipping her head around, easily making herself look confused and scared. And it wasn't all that hard. Training had always pushed her to keep a mask of anything but fear, and all she had to do was get rid of that mask. She found it was easy to be afraid.
So when a cold hand grabbed her bare shoulder, Kayla found no difficulty in producing a very convincing scream. She spun around, and found herself staring into a pair of bright, fiery red eyes. Vampire.
