For those who are wondering, I'm Nocturnal Romance - just under a new account. Just warnin' you all ahead of time so you don't die when you see my bad grammar and horrible story-telling. Anyway, Aoi no Kaze requested this story, so here you go.
"Calypso, you are hereby sentenced to death. Your execution will take place in a week."
My story is no ordinary tale.
"Do you have any last words?"
Betrayed by the person I trusted the most, and protected by the person I hated more than anyone…
"Your silence leads me to believe that you have none."
Right now, if I wanted to, I can escape; I can avoid death. But… for some reason, I've lost my conviction to live. How can I not when he is right there, obviously happy about my fate? But then… right next to him is the man that is making me reconsider my choice to die. Two guards are behind him, probably to prevent him from lashing out to defend me – again.
"Take her away. Make sure you place her under heavy surveillance."
As the soldiers came to take me, I couldn't help but look at them one more time. A smirk was on his face. It didn't look right on him… someone who I believed to be such a kind and gentle wizard. And next to him… why is he crying? Although his hair is partially covering his eyes, I can see the tears streaming down his cheeks. This, too, did not look right. He, the ungodly, stolid priest, was crying… why? Is it… for me?
"Valandil…" I was just so surprised to see those tears, his name slipped from my lips. He was the only one who heard me, for he looked up. I met his gaze, and through it, I felt an unbearable amount of pain. Am I causing you to suffer this much?
"My lord," he turned to the king. "Please, tell me where she will be held. I wish to have one, last word with her – in private, if I may."
I didn't look back as they led me away, to the prison cells. But I did hear the king's reply:
"Yes, you may. I give you permission, simply because I have great faith in you, and I am truly grateful for the hard work you've exerted to catch her."
Am I the only one who saw his tears?
My prison cell was fully illuminated – probably to keep me from hiding in the shadows to escape. Guards and soldiers were stationed all over the place, each keeping a close eye on me. They didn't have to do that; I wasn't planning to run away. I sat down, not giving much thought to how dirty the ground might've been.
By now, you must have been wondering what is going on. Well, let me introduce myself. I am Calypso, the Assassin that killed the king's nephew. For that, I was convicted of treason and, of course, murder, and was hunted down by many of the king's men. All of them were unsuccessful, except for two men, who finally managed to catch me and bring me to the Prontera castle.
My life... it has just been one, big masquerade. I didn't know who was who until the very end. I couldn't see behind their masks until it was too late.