SCARS

At my wrists are two scars, wrapped around my wrists. I was horribly wounded when I assassinated the dead man known as Hopeless , cut with a cursed sword. Nothing will remove them and they have become part of me. They have become the mark of The Assassin.

"Cam, Cam, CAMILIE!"

In front of me stands a girl of 14 years, white blonde hair framing a pair of deep brown eyes, she is the complete opposite of me who has hair black as raven's wing and eyes of the palest blue.

"Hi Hayley, any reason for jolting me out of my sleep?'

"It didn't look like you were sleeping."

"Daydreaming then."

"Brooding but anyway, i had an insight about-"

"Another slayer?"

"If you let me finish my sentence then yes."

Hayley had an ability that was a branch off psychics. She can search with her mind to see any people or events in the near future that would affect her or any person that she considered a close friend.

"Why does everyone want to kill me?' I complained jokingly.

" oh i don't know maybe the fact that you're the leader of an elite team of assassins and have over 150 kills to your name, on both sides of the war."

" Ha ha Hayley, where are my daggers."

Even though I'm an extremely powerful sorcerer I have always been drawn to fighting with two double edged daggers.

"Have you checked in your belt?'

"Oh, thanks I'll leave now, find whoevers going to kill me in the near future and vanquish them to the depths of death."

"Poetic but aren't you forgetting something?'

"What."

"Where are you going?"

"To….oh"

"Third casualty tent in Wolfsong."

With that useful information I mounted my horse and started the 20 mile ride to Wolfsong.

I could describe the casualty tent in one word. Depressing. Sorcerers lay injured and dying on canvas beds but i ignored them and ,brushing the symbol on one of the tent poles, descended through to the shining hospital underneath.

Tapping the small sigil on my collarbones a fake face flows over me, sliding my arm into a fake sling for effect i take a seat in the casualty waiting area. Five people are seated there, two women both nurses off duty, two men and a young boy.

" you've got pretty good actors", I say to one of the nurses, fitting perfectly into the role of someone injured ,but not seriously.

Two minutes and it is obvious who the slayer is. the boy no more than 20 years of age sits as far as is possible from the entrance. I catch him glancing at me, he looks away quickly. I hold my gaze and he looks back. I smile and unsheathe my daggers. His hands light up "an energy thrower'. Those are the last thoughts that run through my mind before a man ,completely covered in scars, slams a fist into the side of my head and I black out.

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