Part 8
About a mile further on, I heard hoof steps and some neighing. I stopped and looked around. It had to be a horse. Soon a beautiful black stallion trotted up to me. I recognized him as the horse whose owner I had killed. He was one of the guards' horses that Exodis and I had shot to get their armor.
"My, are not you beautiful…" I breathed, petting his muzzle.
The horse was still wearing the colors of Packor, along with some armor. I took them off.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked the horse.
The horse neighed. Since he did not have an owner and I did not want to drag Exodis' body, I heaved Exodis up on the horse's back, on the front of the saddle. I quickly jumped up on it, grabbing a hold of Exodis' body, which was sideways across my lap now. I took a hold of the reigns, which I had left on the horse, and clicked my tongue. I tapped the horse's left side and he turned to the left, beginning to trot the way I was heading before I had found him.
At this rate, I would be in Sharrakor in no time.
The horse's hooves clopped on the cobblestone ground of the main part of Sharrakor city. I dug through my brain, trying to remember the path Exodis had took to go to Luniare's office. I had my hood up, which cast a shadow over my face. I brought the sides of my cloak to cover Exodis' body. Exodis' black cloak that he always wore was covering his body also, so I did not look too suspicious.
After walking through many alleyways, I found the hallway that eventually led to the two guards protecting Luniare's office. I led the horse down the hallway, which was a tight fit, for the horse was tall. I had to bend my head down. Not to mention that there was not much room on the sides of the horse.
Once we got to the guards, I hopped down, gently taking Exodis' body down too.
"State your name and business!" The guard on the right roared. He blinked when he saw me taking down the body.
"My name is Sierra Katanna and this is… was… Exodis Cammella… We have completed our mission… Unfortunately, Exodis was killed when we were returning home…" I said.
The guard eyed his body. "Wait here…" He entered the door behind him.
"Would you mind watching my horse?" I asked the guard on the left, holding the reigns out to him.
The guard took the reigns without a word.
A few minutes later the guard returned. "Follow me."
He went back through the door and I followed, dragging Exodis' body behind me. He walked down many hallways and went through many doors, as if to confuse me. Soon he stopped in front of a door. He opened it for me, seeing that I was having trouble with Exodis' body.
When I entered, Luniare walked right up to me.
"My God! What happened?!" He exclaimed. Luniare practically ran over and yanked Exodis from my hands.
I explained how he died.
Luniare looked extremely disappointed. "It is a shame..." He sighed. "He was my best assassin..." I heard him mumble something about 'being careful.' He then gazed at Exodis' body in his hands sadly. "Did you complete your mission?"
"Yes. However Exodis did not die until we were going home. I do not deserve both rewards." I told him.
Luniare was not listening. "Arctic!" He called. "Arctic! Get in here!"
A second later another wolf that looked remarkably like Luniare burst in through a door on the right side of the room. He wore a black tunic like his father's, short-sleeved and long at the bottom so you could not see his trousers. He had white rope around his waist that served as a belt. Arctic wore a black sheath attached on it, with his brown handled dagger in it. He did not wear a cloak, nor did he have any symbol on him that said he was an assassin. Arctic was a gray wolf like his father with icy blue eyes. He wore neither gloves nor shoes. Arctic was also slightly muscular. I guessed he was about sixteen. I myself am twenty-three.
"Yes, father?" Arctic asked, walking closer to him.
Father? Luniare was a father?
"Take this body away. Keep it safe. We need to burn it," Luniare told Arctic.
"Yes, father," Arctic said.
Arctic took Exodis' body, slinging him over his shoulder, and walking in the door behind me.
"You did not tell me you had a son," I said to Luniare.
"You never asked," Luniare said, grinning slightly. "He is training to take over the family business... Assassin owning and all... And he will be the prince of Packor... As soon as we conquer it."
"Where is your wife?" I asked him.
Luniare paused. "She is no longer with us."
"Oh... I am sorry," I said apologetically.
Luniare sighed and walked to a cabinet. He opened one of the doors and pulled out two bags, each labeled '40,000 GP'. He walked over and held them out to me.
"I... I do not deserve both," I said.
"Yes, you do. You were wise enough to bring back Exodis' body. They would have tracked us down," Luniare said, smiling slightly.
"Thank you," I said. I took the bags and put them in my pack. "Oh..." I said, taking Exodis' pack from my shoulder. "These are some of his belongings..." I handed him Exodis' pack. Luniare took it.
"I will send you a message when you are needed," Luniare said, walking to his table.
I nodded and turned to go out the door.
"Sierra..." Luniare said. I turned around. "I am expecting great things from you."
Once the guard led me back to my horse, I jumped on him, and walked out of the hallway. I got out of it eventually and led him down the dark alley, heading for home.
"I believe you need a name," I told the horse.
He neighed slightly.
"Hmm..." I said, thinking up a name that would fit him. "How about... Exodis?"
The horse neighed loudly. "Yes, that is a good name... That way I will always remember my first partner..."
Exodis and I headed to the forest, the orange sun setting behind us.
Well, that is my story. At least, my first one. And it will not be my last. For I will always be Sierra Katanna, the female assassin.
And soon, the best assassin in the land.
The End
About a mile further on, I heard hoof steps and some neighing. I stopped and looked around. It had to be a horse. Soon a beautiful black stallion trotted up to me. I recognized him as the horse whose owner I had killed. He was one of the guards' horses that Exodis and I had shot to get their armor.
"My, are not you beautiful…" I breathed, petting his muzzle.
The horse was still wearing the colors of Packor, along with some armor. I took them off.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked the horse.
The horse neighed. Since he did not have an owner and I did not want to drag Exodis' body, I heaved Exodis up on the horse's back, on the front of the saddle. I quickly jumped up on it, grabbing a hold of Exodis' body, which was sideways across my lap now. I took a hold of the reigns, which I had left on the horse, and clicked my tongue. I tapped the horse's left side and he turned to the left, beginning to trot the way I was heading before I had found him.
At this rate, I would be in Sharrakor in no time.
The horse's hooves clopped on the cobblestone ground of the main part of Sharrakor city. I dug through my brain, trying to remember the path Exodis had took to go to Luniare's office. I had my hood up, which cast a shadow over my face. I brought the sides of my cloak to cover Exodis' body. Exodis' black cloak that he always wore was covering his body also, so I did not look too suspicious.
After walking through many alleyways, I found the hallway that eventually led to the two guards protecting Luniare's office. I led the horse down the hallway, which was a tight fit, for the horse was tall. I had to bend my head down. Not to mention that there was not much room on the sides of the horse.
Once we got to the guards, I hopped down, gently taking Exodis' body down too.
"State your name and business!" The guard on the right roared. He blinked when he saw me taking down the body.
"My name is Sierra Katanna and this is… was… Exodis Cammella… We have completed our mission… Unfortunately, Exodis was killed when we were returning home…" I said.
The guard eyed his body. "Wait here…" He entered the door behind him.
"Would you mind watching my horse?" I asked the guard on the left, holding the reigns out to him.
The guard took the reigns without a word.
A few minutes later the guard returned. "Follow me."
He went back through the door and I followed, dragging Exodis' body behind me. He walked down many hallways and went through many doors, as if to confuse me. Soon he stopped in front of a door. He opened it for me, seeing that I was having trouble with Exodis' body.
When I entered, Luniare walked right up to me.
"My God! What happened?!" He exclaimed. Luniare practically ran over and yanked Exodis from my hands.
I explained how he died.
Luniare looked extremely disappointed. "It is a shame..." He sighed. "He was my best assassin..." I heard him mumble something about 'being careful.' He then gazed at Exodis' body in his hands sadly. "Did you complete your mission?"
"Yes. However Exodis did not die until we were going home. I do not deserve both rewards." I told him.
Luniare was not listening. "Arctic!" He called. "Arctic! Get in here!"
A second later another wolf that looked remarkably like Luniare burst in through a door on the right side of the room. He wore a black tunic like his father's, short-sleeved and long at the bottom so you could not see his trousers. He had white rope around his waist that served as a belt. Arctic wore a black sheath attached on it, with his brown handled dagger in it. He did not wear a cloak, nor did he have any symbol on him that said he was an assassin. Arctic was a gray wolf like his father with icy blue eyes. He wore neither gloves nor shoes. Arctic was also slightly muscular. I guessed he was about sixteen. I myself am twenty-three.
"Yes, father?" Arctic asked, walking closer to him.
Father? Luniare was a father?
"Take this body away. Keep it safe. We need to burn it," Luniare told Arctic.
"Yes, father," Arctic said.
Arctic took Exodis' body, slinging him over his shoulder, and walking in the door behind me.
"You did not tell me you had a son," I said to Luniare.
"You never asked," Luniare said, grinning slightly. "He is training to take over the family business... Assassin owning and all... And he will be the prince of Packor... As soon as we conquer it."
"Where is your wife?" I asked him.
Luniare paused. "She is no longer with us."
"Oh... I am sorry," I said apologetically.
Luniare sighed and walked to a cabinet. He opened one of the doors and pulled out two bags, each labeled '40,000 GP'. He walked over and held them out to me.
"I... I do not deserve both," I said.
"Yes, you do. You were wise enough to bring back Exodis' body. They would have tracked us down," Luniare said, smiling slightly.
"Thank you," I said. I took the bags and put them in my pack. "Oh..." I said, taking Exodis' pack from my shoulder. "These are some of his belongings..." I handed him Exodis' pack. Luniare took it.
"I will send you a message when you are needed," Luniare said, walking to his table.
I nodded and turned to go out the door.
"Sierra..." Luniare said. I turned around. "I am expecting great things from you."
Once the guard led me back to my horse, I jumped on him, and walked out of the hallway. I got out of it eventually and led him down the dark alley, heading for home.
"I believe you need a name," I told the horse.
He neighed slightly.
"Hmm..." I said, thinking up a name that would fit him. "How about... Exodis?"
The horse neighed loudly. "Yes, that is a good name... That way I will always remember my first partner..."
Exodis and I headed to the forest, the orange sun setting behind us.
Well, that is my story. At least, my first one. And it will not be my last. For I will always be Sierra Katanna, the female assassin.
And soon, the best assassin in the land.
The End