Chapter 2
I'm a dreadful human being I should have written I'm sorry, I've just been
busy my soccer team may go to nationals. . . I've had to run to recover
from sprained ankles. . . I'm sorry I have all chapters planned 'til the
end so I'll start updating quickly.
"So you have failed me, allowing them to reach her first. I shall not allow that. I refuse to allow it. Perfection and efficiency must be valued above all. You are not equal to what I would expect of someone involved in The Guild, a commander of the fourth arment."
Cold gray eyes accompanied this harsh reprimand. The speaker's long predatory fingers clicked, the sound echoed across the room. The instant response to this noise caused two men to march into the thrown room in perfect unison.
"This man has displayed an inability to use guile and stealth. I refuse to let him weigh down our organization. By the end of the day he and the fourth arment will be disposed of. I will leave it to your doing."
She clicked her fingers indicated the sobbing man and stone-faced guards should leave. She bent down to continue her work, without a second glance at the man she had murdered.
Leader Anmet was furious. She would have to reorganize the two hundred and fifty (now two hundred forty-nine her mouth twisted into something resembling pleasure) arments. Arments were companies specifically trained for guerilla warfare. They valued silence and stealth they, were often spies of great effectiveness, as they could dispose of rebels quickly without notice, but one mistake would be fatal. But, all in the guild lived on one rule; Perfection or death. It was simple.
This particular project may need a more individual. . .assignment. Her daughter must me kidnapped or her dictatorship would tumble to shreds. Leader Anmet cursed the moment maternal instinct had stopped her from killing the child at birth, before her power became vital to the scales. Instead she had christened her daughter Aria and given her to bandits, where she assumed she wold meet her doom before the age of ten. It was three days later that her husband had pointed to the error of her choice. From that moment on she insisted upon the title of leader, not lady, she was a ruler before a woman.
Aria (and Damien) Aria's face glowed with pleasure at the variety of the landscape, living with the bandits she had always been kept in hiding, and never allowed to watch the diverse land role by.
"Difficult as this may be for you, try and be less obvious. People keep looking at you." A hard emotionless voice interrupted her thoughts.
"People always stare when I walk by, I'm used to it." Replied a saucy Aria, she was sick of his constant criticism.
"You my dear, are my student. As an assassin you should learn to attract less attention." He lowered his voice to avoid eavesdroppers. "Eventually you will be able to past by unnoticed, with magical aid. As soon as we find our campsite, you will learn how to be inconspicuous. Now, for my own sanity raise you hood."
"If you are so concerned for your sanity, you shouldn't have chosen me for a student." Grumbled Aria. Damien chose to ignore that.
"Aria! Pay attention. I'm going to set up camp you are going to get firewood."
Ordered Damien. She obeyed silently. Well, that's a first thought Damien. He began his normal routine and began to assemble the campsite. As he mindlessly completed this task he couldn't get his newly acquired students' face out of his mind. She was beautiful he grudgingly admitted. But also impertinent, too intelligent, and stubborn not something that generally suited his taste. He thought back to the last time he had gotten involved with someone. What was her name again? Diana, he remembered. Diana of green eyes and long black hair she had been submissive and beautiful, perfect. He had also killed her. An assassin must never get to close too anyone.
The sound of noisy footsteps made Damien jump to his feet. He winced when he realized how much stealth his 'prodigy' lacked.
"Aria, it's past time you learned to walk quietly."
"I'll walk quietly when you teach me how."
"First need to learn how to be unnoticed."
"The two ought to go hand I hand. Don't you think?"
"Fine, sit down. Assassins have a certain type of magic distinguishable from that of The Guild. Our magic consists of brute force and being inconspicuous. The later being the easiest to master. In your case this will be particularly useful. We don't want you to waste time on a case because of rape."
A lengthy lesson continued.
~Blue Eyes~ I feel awful dreadfully awful you have all been so nice in reviews and I haven't updated for. . .months. Anyway I will try and update once a week, or at least edit once a week. I'm not going to explain exactly how she will become inconspicuous because I don't want to turn this story into a conparison of the methods of the two different types of magic. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
"So you have failed me, allowing them to reach her first. I shall not allow that. I refuse to allow it. Perfection and efficiency must be valued above all. You are not equal to what I would expect of someone involved in The Guild, a commander of the fourth arment."
Cold gray eyes accompanied this harsh reprimand. The speaker's long predatory fingers clicked, the sound echoed across the room. The instant response to this noise caused two men to march into the thrown room in perfect unison.
"This man has displayed an inability to use guile and stealth. I refuse to let him weigh down our organization. By the end of the day he and the fourth arment will be disposed of. I will leave it to your doing."
She clicked her fingers indicated the sobbing man and stone-faced guards should leave. She bent down to continue her work, without a second glance at the man she had murdered.
Leader Anmet was furious. She would have to reorganize the two hundred and fifty (now two hundred forty-nine her mouth twisted into something resembling pleasure) arments. Arments were companies specifically trained for guerilla warfare. They valued silence and stealth they, were often spies of great effectiveness, as they could dispose of rebels quickly without notice, but one mistake would be fatal. But, all in the guild lived on one rule; Perfection or death. It was simple.
This particular project may need a more individual. . .assignment. Her daughter must me kidnapped or her dictatorship would tumble to shreds. Leader Anmet cursed the moment maternal instinct had stopped her from killing the child at birth, before her power became vital to the scales. Instead she had christened her daughter Aria and given her to bandits, where she assumed she wold meet her doom before the age of ten. It was three days later that her husband had pointed to the error of her choice. From that moment on she insisted upon the title of leader, not lady, she was a ruler before a woman.
Aria (and Damien) Aria's face glowed with pleasure at the variety of the landscape, living with the bandits she had always been kept in hiding, and never allowed to watch the diverse land role by.
"Difficult as this may be for you, try and be less obvious. People keep looking at you." A hard emotionless voice interrupted her thoughts.
"People always stare when I walk by, I'm used to it." Replied a saucy Aria, she was sick of his constant criticism.
"You my dear, are my student. As an assassin you should learn to attract less attention." He lowered his voice to avoid eavesdroppers. "Eventually you will be able to past by unnoticed, with magical aid. As soon as we find our campsite, you will learn how to be inconspicuous. Now, for my own sanity raise you hood."
"If you are so concerned for your sanity, you shouldn't have chosen me for a student." Grumbled Aria. Damien chose to ignore that.
"Aria! Pay attention. I'm going to set up camp you are going to get firewood."
Ordered Damien. She obeyed silently. Well, that's a first thought Damien. He began his normal routine and began to assemble the campsite. As he mindlessly completed this task he couldn't get his newly acquired students' face out of his mind. She was beautiful he grudgingly admitted. But also impertinent, too intelligent, and stubborn not something that generally suited his taste. He thought back to the last time he had gotten involved with someone. What was her name again? Diana, he remembered. Diana of green eyes and long black hair she had been submissive and beautiful, perfect. He had also killed her. An assassin must never get to close too anyone.
The sound of noisy footsteps made Damien jump to his feet. He winced when he realized how much stealth his 'prodigy' lacked.
"Aria, it's past time you learned to walk quietly."
"I'll walk quietly when you teach me how."
"First need to learn how to be unnoticed."
"The two ought to go hand I hand. Don't you think?"
"Fine, sit down. Assassins have a certain type of magic distinguishable from that of The Guild. Our magic consists of brute force and being inconspicuous. The later being the easiest to master. In your case this will be particularly useful. We don't want you to waste time on a case because of rape."
A lengthy lesson continued.
~Blue Eyes~ I feel awful dreadfully awful you have all been so nice in reviews and I haven't updated for. . .months. Anyway I will try and update once a week, or at least edit once a week. I'm not going to explain exactly how she will become inconspicuous because I don't want to turn this story into a conparison of the methods of the two different types of magic. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!