Kiana Darkk, thank you. It means a lot to me that readers enjoy reading my
work, and like the OMC. I wasn't too sure wether or not any one would like
Hunter.
lirpa, as always your support through the rough times means the world to me. I'm not sure that I could ever do anything like this with you behind me every step of the way.
Demona, look this is two fics I've undated in less than a month. That means you should hurry up. And you could never annoy me, too much anyway. Even though we have many differences you truly are my spirit sister.
Morgana, I'm sorry to disappiont you so severly. But I have a writing style that will not chance because one person doesn't like it. Yes, I have read the books, a dozen times each. I know Daemon's name was spelled wrong. It was spelled that way because that was the way my spell checker wanted it. Hunter's history is woven through out the story and most of it is very subtle, I'm sorry that you didn't pick up on most of it.That my writing is confusing? The books have many parts more confusing than this. And I'll take this opportunity to remind you that I'm not a professional writer and do this for the enjoyment that it gives me. Yes, Surreal was trained at a school, but it never said what she trained in there. I simply can not see a school for a assassins, it's far too public. This is also fanfiction, or my take on what I see when I read the books. I'm sorry if my vision is not all that you believe that it can be.
Chapter Eleven: Footsteps to Fill
I stood in the street unseeing, and uncaring of the opinions of any who saw me. That monster, the one that I'd been defending against, was my brother. My brother wanted to kill the woman who'd brought life, and laughter back into my life. had everything that I'd stood for up to this point been wrong? Had I been mislead all my life? Was I only a puppet on a string?
I have no idea how long I stood in the street, and afterward I had no idea of what I thought during that time, if I thought at all. I did, however, come to a conclusion while standing in the cold. That my heart had to be as cold as the night air, and that no mercy could be granted in this war. Because that was what I was beginning, a war against my whole blood, for a realm of people who didn't even know that I existed, and quite frankly, didn't care. That was how I felt about most of them too. But that was not a factor in my decision. For too long had blind hatred ruled my life. It was time to take those skills that I had acquired from a lifetime of killing and put them to good use. It was time to atone for my many sins in the eyes of the Darkness. It was time ti stop my brother once and for all. Darkness have mercy on both our souls.
I entered Casey's big house through a rear service door. This would most likely be the last that I saw either of the people residing in this house. My weapons, my best weapons, had been entrusted to Casey many years ago. It was time for them to return to their owner, and tash flesh and blood again. I had no illusion about this, my last mission. I knew for a fact that my brother was more skilled then I was, but I was in control and he was not. This was my advantage, that and he wouldn't be expecting me to follow so quickly.
Entering the puzzling study, I found Casey seated behind his gleaming desk. I looked at him. "My friend," I began, this would be the hardest, for this was the only farewell that I would make in person."He's my brother."
Casey's quiet, "I know," was both shocking and a relief.
"Then you know why I'm here?"
"I have an idea. I pray that I am wrong. You want your weapons?"
"Yes, and I have one other task to a accomplish here. The weapons, however, are the most important. I will need them for what I have to do, and I know in my heart that only they will do."
"Of course. Follow me please."
And I did. I followed Casey, no, I followed my friend, through the twisting corridors of this big house, which I could finally see as elegant. Come to think of it, studies were looking more and more practicably. It's funny the things that you realize when you know that you are going to die. The vault that we reached was fairly large, and discreet. Casey opened it with craft, funny, how, now, I miss craft, and called my distinctive weapons to him. He smiled as he looked at them. "The same as the day that you left them in my care, my friend."
"Thank you, my brother."
Casey looked up from the sword he held, and into my eyes. Casey has a gaze that makes you think he's looking into your soul. For the first time since I've known him, I saw surprise in those eyes.
"Are we brothers?"
"We are," I smiled, and for the first time it reached my eyes. "If I had the choice I would have you stand beside me as my brother before I would have the brother of my blood. You, Casey, are the brother of my spirit." I looked at the weapons that had been spread out on the floor between us. I buckled on the sword, and slipped the daggers into my boots, and strapped them onto my arms, placed them up my sleeves. I placed a knife everywhere that I knew wouldn't hinder me in the coming battle. Finally, there was only one dagger left, a stiletto, and one of my favorites. I smiled fondly at the knife, and unfolded Casey's hand. Placing the dagger in it, I hear myself say, " Give this to our little bird when she learns how to soar."
I'd leave now, and seek back in. There was one more person I owed an explanation. Surreal, my whole reason for doing this, the least I could do was say good bye. Casey and I made our way back to his study, and at the door, he turned and looked at me, perhaps sensing that I wouldn't enter the room. "Hunter," he began.
"Askata," I interrupted.
"Askata," he corrected, "Be careful out there."
I think he was expecting my normal, 'I'm always careful, I'm still alive aren't I?', but that wasn't what I said. I couldn't be, not now, when this would be my last chance to talk to him.
"Casey, my brother, now is not the time for careful. Now is the time for war." I think that my actions started to make sense to him because his eyes widened, the smallest amount as he realized what I meant to do. And I think that he would have stopped me if he could, but I was already gone.
I entered the house, again, through a top floor window. I opened the door to Surreal's room, a modest room by all accounts, and careful checked for any traps. I didn't find any, she was probably counting on Casey to make sure that no one got this far. Another beginner's mistake. I pulled a piece of parchment out of the desk, and dipped the pen into the ink. Then I started to right the most meaningful farewell I would ever write.
Lady Surreal,
Silly Little Bird, you must learn to watch your own back from now on. Because there will be a time when Casey is no longer here to do it for you. I felt that you had to know that you are most likely the best assassin that I have ever seen, or you have it in you to be the best, you aren't quite there yet. But I know in my heart that you will be. The only regret that I have is that I won't be there to see it happen. You asked me that day on the beach who I was, and at the time I told you I was a friend. Well, that wasn't quite right. I was, and still am, a warrior. I do not regret what I must do now, because I always knew that one day it might be my honour to give my life to protect yours. However, I expected to have more time to spend with you, my lady. That was not to be, and I'll have to content myself with the memories that I have already created of you. I was told long ago that I would not serve to Queen, but a great witch who would help bring the final justice. You, my lady, are that witch. I know that this sounds silly to you, but it is all true. Now there is a threat to this world and all who live on it, and my time with you has ended. This will not be as hard for you as I'm sure you would like to believe, you only met me twice, and knew me not at all. But this is my gift to you, the gift that my blood and death will create. A world that you can exist in until you find the home of your heart and the other half of your soul. It has been an honour my Lady. Live well and free, Lady Surreal.
Your warrior, Askata Kamis, The Hunter of the Blood
The ink still drying on my farewell as I left the room, and the house. My only thought that it was sad that the most important things in my life were already in my past. It hadn't taken me an hour to say good bye to the people who truly mattered. The only thing left for me now was the killing. the Killing and, of course, the dying.
The thoughts of what I have to do lead me into my past, a place I try to avoid. And I remembered holding my little sister's head in my lap as she drew her last breath, and told me to be strong. All of that was so needless, all of that blood shed to feed my brothers visions of glory. Well, you know what they say, Guts and glory. He's had his glory, now, all that's left is the guts part. Finally, my family, and me, can rest in peace. Darkness have mercy on all our souls if I fail in this.
Tada, the latest Chapter of Hunter's exploits. Haha, you can actually see my plot now, and, yes, I am aware that it's a lot like Star Wars, but I don't care. I like it. Again I ask for critism and not flames. I'd like to make it clear I can't change my writing style, I'd like to. If you have some useful advice for me, please tell me!!! Well, until next chapter, take care and stay safe, and oh yeah, have a great new year.
lirpa, as always your support through the rough times means the world to me. I'm not sure that I could ever do anything like this with you behind me every step of the way.
Demona, look this is two fics I've undated in less than a month. That means you should hurry up. And you could never annoy me, too much anyway. Even though we have many differences you truly are my spirit sister.
Morgana, I'm sorry to disappiont you so severly. But I have a writing style that will not chance because one person doesn't like it. Yes, I have read the books, a dozen times each. I know Daemon's name was spelled wrong. It was spelled that way because that was the way my spell checker wanted it. Hunter's history is woven through out the story and most of it is very subtle, I'm sorry that you didn't pick up on most of it.That my writing is confusing? The books have many parts more confusing than this. And I'll take this opportunity to remind you that I'm not a professional writer and do this for the enjoyment that it gives me. Yes, Surreal was trained at a school, but it never said what she trained in there. I simply can not see a school for a assassins, it's far too public. This is also fanfiction, or my take on what I see when I read the books. I'm sorry if my vision is not all that you believe that it can be.
Chapter Eleven: Footsteps to Fill
I stood in the street unseeing, and uncaring of the opinions of any who saw me. That monster, the one that I'd been defending against, was my brother. My brother wanted to kill the woman who'd brought life, and laughter back into my life. had everything that I'd stood for up to this point been wrong? Had I been mislead all my life? Was I only a puppet on a string?
I have no idea how long I stood in the street, and afterward I had no idea of what I thought during that time, if I thought at all. I did, however, come to a conclusion while standing in the cold. That my heart had to be as cold as the night air, and that no mercy could be granted in this war. Because that was what I was beginning, a war against my whole blood, for a realm of people who didn't even know that I existed, and quite frankly, didn't care. That was how I felt about most of them too. But that was not a factor in my decision. For too long had blind hatred ruled my life. It was time to take those skills that I had acquired from a lifetime of killing and put them to good use. It was time to atone for my many sins in the eyes of the Darkness. It was time ti stop my brother once and for all. Darkness have mercy on both our souls.
I entered Casey's big house through a rear service door. This would most likely be the last that I saw either of the people residing in this house. My weapons, my best weapons, had been entrusted to Casey many years ago. It was time for them to return to their owner, and tash flesh and blood again. I had no illusion about this, my last mission. I knew for a fact that my brother was more skilled then I was, but I was in control and he was not. This was my advantage, that and he wouldn't be expecting me to follow so quickly.
Entering the puzzling study, I found Casey seated behind his gleaming desk. I looked at him. "My friend," I began, this would be the hardest, for this was the only farewell that I would make in person."He's my brother."
Casey's quiet, "I know," was both shocking and a relief.
"Then you know why I'm here?"
"I have an idea. I pray that I am wrong. You want your weapons?"
"Yes, and I have one other task to a accomplish here. The weapons, however, are the most important. I will need them for what I have to do, and I know in my heart that only they will do."
"Of course. Follow me please."
And I did. I followed Casey, no, I followed my friend, through the twisting corridors of this big house, which I could finally see as elegant. Come to think of it, studies were looking more and more practicably. It's funny the things that you realize when you know that you are going to die. The vault that we reached was fairly large, and discreet. Casey opened it with craft, funny, how, now, I miss craft, and called my distinctive weapons to him. He smiled as he looked at them. "The same as the day that you left them in my care, my friend."
"Thank you, my brother."
Casey looked up from the sword he held, and into my eyes. Casey has a gaze that makes you think he's looking into your soul. For the first time since I've known him, I saw surprise in those eyes.
"Are we brothers?"
"We are," I smiled, and for the first time it reached my eyes. "If I had the choice I would have you stand beside me as my brother before I would have the brother of my blood. You, Casey, are the brother of my spirit." I looked at the weapons that had been spread out on the floor between us. I buckled on the sword, and slipped the daggers into my boots, and strapped them onto my arms, placed them up my sleeves. I placed a knife everywhere that I knew wouldn't hinder me in the coming battle. Finally, there was only one dagger left, a stiletto, and one of my favorites. I smiled fondly at the knife, and unfolded Casey's hand. Placing the dagger in it, I hear myself say, " Give this to our little bird when she learns how to soar."
I'd leave now, and seek back in. There was one more person I owed an explanation. Surreal, my whole reason for doing this, the least I could do was say good bye. Casey and I made our way back to his study, and at the door, he turned and looked at me, perhaps sensing that I wouldn't enter the room. "Hunter," he began.
"Askata," I interrupted.
"Askata," he corrected, "Be careful out there."
I think he was expecting my normal, 'I'm always careful, I'm still alive aren't I?', but that wasn't what I said. I couldn't be, not now, when this would be my last chance to talk to him.
"Casey, my brother, now is not the time for careful. Now is the time for war." I think that my actions started to make sense to him because his eyes widened, the smallest amount as he realized what I meant to do. And I think that he would have stopped me if he could, but I was already gone.
I entered the house, again, through a top floor window. I opened the door to Surreal's room, a modest room by all accounts, and careful checked for any traps. I didn't find any, she was probably counting on Casey to make sure that no one got this far. Another beginner's mistake. I pulled a piece of parchment out of the desk, and dipped the pen into the ink. Then I started to right the most meaningful farewell I would ever write.
Lady Surreal,
Silly Little Bird, you must learn to watch your own back from now on. Because there will be a time when Casey is no longer here to do it for you. I felt that you had to know that you are most likely the best assassin that I have ever seen, or you have it in you to be the best, you aren't quite there yet. But I know in my heart that you will be. The only regret that I have is that I won't be there to see it happen. You asked me that day on the beach who I was, and at the time I told you I was a friend. Well, that wasn't quite right. I was, and still am, a warrior. I do not regret what I must do now, because I always knew that one day it might be my honour to give my life to protect yours. However, I expected to have more time to spend with you, my lady. That was not to be, and I'll have to content myself with the memories that I have already created of you. I was told long ago that I would not serve to Queen, but a great witch who would help bring the final justice. You, my lady, are that witch. I know that this sounds silly to you, but it is all true. Now there is a threat to this world and all who live on it, and my time with you has ended. This will not be as hard for you as I'm sure you would like to believe, you only met me twice, and knew me not at all. But this is my gift to you, the gift that my blood and death will create. A world that you can exist in until you find the home of your heart and the other half of your soul. It has been an honour my Lady. Live well and free, Lady Surreal.
Your warrior, Askata Kamis, The Hunter of the Blood
The ink still drying on my farewell as I left the room, and the house. My only thought that it was sad that the most important things in my life were already in my past. It hadn't taken me an hour to say good bye to the people who truly mattered. The only thing left for me now was the killing. the Killing and, of course, the dying.
The thoughts of what I have to do lead me into my past, a place I try to avoid. And I remembered holding my little sister's head in my lap as she drew her last breath, and told me to be strong. All of that was so needless, all of that blood shed to feed my brothers visions of glory. Well, you know what they say, Guts and glory. He's had his glory, now, all that's left is the guts part. Finally, my family, and me, can rest in peace. Darkness have mercy on all our souls if I fail in this.
Tada, the latest Chapter of Hunter's exploits. Haha, you can actually see my plot now, and, yes, I am aware that it's a lot like Star Wars, but I don't care. I like it. Again I ask for critism and not flames. I'd like to make it clear I can't change my writing style, I'd like to. If you have some useful advice for me, please tell me!!! Well, until next chapter, take care and stay safe, and oh yeah, have a great new year.