OBSERVER
He checked his suit one more time, making sure he looked presentable enough, 'he hated suits', oh how he hated suits! Suits did not provide room for rapid or intense movement, and they provided very little shielding, if any. In short, suits were not good for combat! Although this mission was not suppose to involve much combat, he knew that missions very seldom went according to plan!
His mission today…., to observe, he was to observe a young man named ….. 'what was his name? ….. oh that's right' …. Harry Potter, a young wizard-to-be. His mission today was to blend in on the town of Hogsmeade , around its train station and get a feel about the people, the boy, and the general mood.
He had heard rumors that peace may not be lasting to long in the wizarding world, not that it ever does. Not that the order would tell him anything, they never say much, he likes it that way though, the smaller the message the easier it is to follow. 'OBSERVE HERE …..,' ' KILL THERE…' 'INFILTRATE HERE…' 'INTIMIDATE THERE …..' ext. It all had a purpose, you might think that the world is a mess, but the world could get messier, it had been messier, no, things are better because of the order, they keep a balance, well they try to keep a balance.
He misses the order, he misses the people who made him the being he was today, the order's sword and shield, a balance maker, one of the balance makers. Without the order he would be no more than an animal, a lunar bitch basically, ha..ha.., he chuckles, but with the order's help, he had become a perfection of lycanthrope, he had learned to control his transformations, he had learned to control his mind. To assume him to be a werewolf would be a big mistake, he was more than that, he was precision, strength, skill, and intelligence, a deathly cocktail. Molded throw decades of hard work in the Temple.
There were others he knew, he had been trained by them, he was train alongside them, yet the order liked to keep them from knowing too much about each other. 'Yet, when we trained together we learned to read each other's bodies, each other's minds, even more so when we work together, which was rare but it happened, we were bothers and sisters, we are!' he reminds himself!
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The mission went smooth, apparently the kid was kind of famous, that or he had great hair, because he had many eyes on him.
Time to check in…., he crouches in an alley behind a store, he bites into his left thumb with his teeth, a trickle of blood comes out and he swipes the blood on a complex set of seals, hidden under a tattoo, in his right forearm. A small, almost unnoticeable puff of smoke later, a purple a black snake, stands, its head two feet of the ground and stares into his eyes.
What do you want THOMAS?... MISS ME! She hisses!
How did you know, I can barely sleep at night without thinking of you! He chukles.
Always the funny man, I wonder, are you certain that you are immune to my venom…! it hisses.
Yeah, but I don't like it much,…. it makes me queasy, Thomas chuckles.
Before the snake replies he continues, his face more serious now,
..I got a message for the order,
He puts a rolled up scroll in front of the snake,
She swallows it quickly, and with a stern look she disappears into a smoke cloud.
See you Sējā …. He mumbles to the wind.
Seja was, believe it or not, one of his closes friends, their relationship was hard to describe, they were sarcastic and abrasive, yet they care greatly for each other…..
'After his 5th year in the Temple Seja and him were introduced to each other, after a little of a rough start they grew closer, training together, for the next fifteen years. That was a century a half ago' he recalls….
He was glad that he was introduced to Seja, she was great in espionage, and assassinations, she complemented him well. And thinking of his other options he was glad that Seja was but a blood swipe away from him. After all, he couldn't see himself fighting alongside a toad or a slug, the other two animals used by the Temple to bond to his sisters and brothers.
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CRASH…. His body was hurled into a tree with extreme force, the tree was thick, yet it groaned under the heavy punishment; His body, however, groaned even more. He spit out some blood, standing up, while trying to get his bearings…..
27 minutes ago…
Thomas noticed that he was being followed shortly after sending his message to the order. At first he taught his company, to be nothing more than some low class ruffians looking for an easy prey. His nose never betrayed him, there were three men following him,…. and they all had his curse.
In any other time, he would just try to lose them, anonymity after all was their strongest weapon, this time however, he noticed something in their air, their smell was off. He would need to gather intelligence. He was confident that he could take them, he had won against worst ads in the past. So he lead them into the forest….
He had slash the first one's neck with his katana, silently withdrawn it from the seals on the crease of his elbow. The second one's head detached from his body with a look of utter confusion on it, never knowing what hit him.
The third man noticed Thomas, they were but 6 feet away from each other, Thomas closing in quickly, confident that he would be able to incapacitate the man quickly and move on to interrogation… yet something happened, that had not happen in many years, Thomas was caught by surprise, the man had withdrawn a stick of wood from his robes and was saying something while pointing it at him, the man was a wizard, the strange smell….. DAMN IT….
A bright green ray of magic hit Thomas's sword, the seals inscribed on it shone brightly, trying to hold back the energy of the Death Curse….
PRESENT TIME…
His head was hurting like crazy, he could hardly breath, his vision wavered….
Shit, shit, shit…..
My sword….
The energy of the death curse had been too much for his sword, it lay broken on the ground, seals erasing themselves from it, leaving no evidence to suggest that the sword was anything but ordinary, a safety feature.
Damn it, this shouldn't happen to me, I been doing this shit for far too long…..
Well fuck, you are a strong one aren't you, haha… Chuckle briefly the wizard as he approached the injured man; he had a long, pale, and twisted face.
Thomas was trying to decide what his next move should be, when… it all stopped….
The leaves falling from the trees lay suspended on the air, with out moving, the wizard looked like a grim statue, pointing his wand at him.
He was about to move when he felt a hand on his chest, holding him back. The hand belonged to a robed being standing next to him, a being that he had not noticed until it had interacted with him.
Thomas was about to confront this person, both verbally and physically, when he noticed… on the beings hand laid the mark… the mark of the order's masters, the oldest most senior members of the order… they never left temple.
Thomas quickly took a knee and whispered… Master…
A second pass, Thomas noticed the masters blond hair, from his new position…
Master, I am Thomas, ORDER'S apprentice …, he was cut off before he could say anything else…
I KNOW, said the master, almost in a whisper… as his blue eyes looked at Thomas.
YOU HAVE DONE WELL APPRENTICE.
NOTES: JUST WANTED TO SAY THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS, THEY INSPIRED ME TO WRITE SOME MORE. WARNING, DON'T KNOW HOW FAR I'LL GO WITH THIS STORY.