I'm back!!!! Persistant little OMC muse this one. Well, here's the next
enstallment of the Hunter's story. Enjoy ;)
Chapter Two: Travel Plans
Has anyone ever told you that travelling through a city that has just had its Queen assassinated if difficult and time consuming. Time that I don't have may I mention. Staying in the shadows, a classic assassin move, I worked through the city to the stable my horse was at. Upon reaching it I snuck inside, a quiet exit was in order. A fellow assassin and good friend once told me that the calling card of a good assassin was a successful escape. Glory and reputation did you no good dead. Besides dead you couldn't get payed. Getting payed wasn't what I lived for, however. What I lived for was the joy it gave to kill these monsters who placed themselves in positions of power. Monsters who abused those who served them. My camgain of retribution was still going strong after five years. Casey asked me why I still did it, after all, everyone who had hurt me was now dead. But what Casey doesn't is understand that killing these things is all I have left.
A prophet once told me, when I was still small and still blood, that I would only willing serve one woman. She would not be a Queen, but a strong true witch. A woman who honoured the true paths of the Blood. Then I was enthralled by idea, by the dream. She made realize that was all it was: a dream. In Terreille such women were killed or broken. Sometimes both. Casey had asked me to watch over his latest student. A witch he had just finished training in the ways of the knife. Casey, honourable Casey. Casey, my friend. Casey was the only reason I had agreed to watch over this little girl's first independant kill. If it had been left up to me she may not make it to the location. A witch was a witch, part of the so called distaff gender.Years ago I had told Casey the dribble the prophet had told my parents. He had told me not to be hasty in dismissing it. That a few strong witches still walked in the relam. Maybe one day I would find the one I was meant to serve. I had laughed at that idea. I had more self respect than that. I'd swore to the dust of my jewels I'd never serve another Terreillian bitch and I meant every word of it.
While my mind had wandered my body had worked mechanically and I was now leading Beautiful Dancer out of the stable and like phatoms we slipped out of the city mired in trouble.
Hours passed and we flew across the country. Entering Hyall was no great chore, sercurity was stupidly lax. Then again, Hyall believed herself to be the greatest power in Terreille. That notion mainly came from the bitch priestess that ruled the territory and a good part of the relam with in.
Slipping into Casey's house I dodged a furious young woman storming out of Casey's study. Casey being Casey had to have style. He couldn't just have a kitchen, parlour, sitting room or rumpus room to talk in. No he had to have study.
"I'm sure you've seen my lastest student. She's a bit rash and a little too emotional, but given time I believe she'll turn out to be one of the best." Casey, being the smug bastard that he is hadn't even looked up when I'd entered the room.
"Well who is she?" I asked impatiently, I was in no mood for Casey's antics.
"Her name's Surreal"
There you go chapter two, done. Now you've met Surreal you've gotten a feel for the story please Review. I love to hear what you think.
JA!
Shanis
Chapter Two: Travel Plans
Has anyone ever told you that travelling through a city that has just had its Queen assassinated if difficult and time consuming. Time that I don't have may I mention. Staying in the shadows, a classic assassin move, I worked through the city to the stable my horse was at. Upon reaching it I snuck inside, a quiet exit was in order. A fellow assassin and good friend once told me that the calling card of a good assassin was a successful escape. Glory and reputation did you no good dead. Besides dead you couldn't get payed. Getting payed wasn't what I lived for, however. What I lived for was the joy it gave to kill these monsters who placed themselves in positions of power. Monsters who abused those who served them. My camgain of retribution was still going strong after five years. Casey asked me why I still did it, after all, everyone who had hurt me was now dead. But what Casey doesn't is understand that killing these things is all I have left.
A prophet once told me, when I was still small and still blood, that I would only willing serve one woman. She would not be a Queen, but a strong true witch. A woman who honoured the true paths of the Blood. Then I was enthralled by idea, by the dream. She made realize that was all it was: a dream. In Terreille such women were killed or broken. Sometimes both. Casey had asked me to watch over his latest student. A witch he had just finished training in the ways of the knife. Casey, honourable Casey. Casey, my friend. Casey was the only reason I had agreed to watch over this little girl's first independant kill. If it had been left up to me she may not make it to the location. A witch was a witch, part of the so called distaff gender.Years ago I had told Casey the dribble the prophet had told my parents. He had told me not to be hasty in dismissing it. That a few strong witches still walked in the relam. Maybe one day I would find the one I was meant to serve. I had laughed at that idea. I had more self respect than that. I'd swore to the dust of my jewels I'd never serve another Terreillian bitch and I meant every word of it.
While my mind had wandered my body had worked mechanically and I was now leading Beautiful Dancer out of the stable and like phatoms we slipped out of the city mired in trouble.
Hours passed and we flew across the country. Entering Hyall was no great chore, sercurity was stupidly lax. Then again, Hyall believed herself to be the greatest power in Terreille. That notion mainly came from the bitch priestess that ruled the territory and a good part of the relam with in.
Slipping into Casey's house I dodged a furious young woman storming out of Casey's study. Casey being Casey had to have style. He couldn't just have a kitchen, parlour, sitting room or rumpus room to talk in. No he had to have study.
"I'm sure you've seen my lastest student. She's a bit rash and a little too emotional, but given time I believe she'll turn out to be one of the best." Casey, being the smug bastard that he is hadn't even looked up when I'd entered the room.
"Well who is she?" I asked impatiently, I was in no mood for Casey's antics.
"Her name's Surreal"
There you go chapter two, done. Now you've met Surreal you've gotten a feel for the story please Review. I love to hear what you think.
JA!
Shanis