WOO-HOOO! THREE reviews! Yay! All right!

Assasin of the dark- Cool? LOL, anything that has the word DnD in it is deprived from cool! Haha, but thanks for the review.

MuggleBuddy- Well, DnD is fun, but if you want some more information on it, read the review above. Anywho, I really hope you like it.

Aliasa – Sorry, but not for about 2 more chapters. Including this one.

Chapter 2: Remorse

Robin looked up, lightly chuckling to himself, as his jail door opened. He wasn't laughing out of humor, but of irony. He knew it was his birthday, and – by the look on Slades face – he had a pretty nice job in store for little Robin, to prove his worth. Slade walked in and picked Robin up from the floor. He had begun to rest in his bed, when he heard footsteps.

"Robin…there is a task for you to fulfill."

"What is it my master wishes me to do?" Robin replied in the way Slade has taught him to. It was a form of brainwashing. Once you got them to talk like you, it was only a matter of time till their entire brain turned into clay for molding.

"The princess of Alaraster has paid us a fee, to take a captive."

"Whom, my lord?"

"Why, her littler sibling!" Slade said, almost sounding joyful at the cruelness that came with those words.

"You have chosen me to perform this deed?"

"Indeed." Slade said, smiling within himself.

"There will be a reward?"

"But of course…"

"…When is the point of my departure?"

"Haha, at this point! Prepare, prepare! Time grows short!" Slade seemed as if he wanted to dance, as he walked over to a small chest. Out of the chest he brought out a 3-foot katana, and a 2-foot wakisashi, and a foot tonto. (A katana is a curved samurai blade. A wakisashi is a miniature version of the katana; usually samurais use an exact replica. It is used in housing with low roofs, where the length of the katana would be a burden. The tonto is a defensive miniature katana, again an exact smaller replica of the larger katana. The katana and the tonto are usually duel wielded, the larger one used for attacking, the smaller one used to bloke attacks.) Slade gave the sword set to Robin. He went back to the chest and brought out a simple breastplate, exposing his stomach. Slade also brought out a pair of leg grieves.

Robin, at the moment, only wore a pair of extremely short shorts, and wasn't allowed to have anything else, just incase he tried to escape. Now, because he was going on a mission, he was given VERY incapable armor. The breastplate (leaving his stomach bare naked, but hey, it showed off his abs.) damaged leg grieves (protected from swords, but if magic or a hammer were to hit his lower leg…) and three very low quality swords.

"Apprentice…at this eve, you represent Slade. You shale complete your contract. Take your scroll." Slade gave him Robin the scroll that gave him complete details on his mission. "And take this." Slade put a black cloth sack over Robin's head, with eyeholes cut into place. This is often what Slade made his bandits wear when the job was important that no one could remember his face. "Go" the cell door opened, and Robin sprinted out to the building. He longed for fresh air. He – instead of running to where his job told him to go – ran to the right. He remembered from earlier missions that there was a clear spring slightly to the left of his immediate area.

He drank heartily…he had a feeling this was going to be a long trip. Robin opened the scroll.

Slade.

I need a nuisance taken care of. StarFire, my younger sister, is rumored to take MY place when my parents die. She will become queen, when it is rightfully my turn. Do something about it. There is 1,000,000 gold pieces being sent to your office. I hope that is enough for your highest-ranking mercenary. I don't care what you do with my 'dearest' sister. Kill her, rape her, make her your slave, I DON'T CARE. Just make sure she is never seen again.

Princess BlackFire

Then, in Slades handwriting on the back of the note…

Robin

I want you capture her, and take her to the nearby town of Alexandria. There you will meet with 'X'. He shall give you further details. You should know were your job is. Remember…if you betray me…you know what I can do.

Robin read the last part with a cringe. He DID know what Slade could do to him. He had powers that no one on this plain could even begin to harness. Robin began to walk towards the castle of Alaraster. It was early morning, and day had just broken. Robin traveled until nightfall. Wise travelers NEVER tried to travel at night. Orcs travel Alaraster at night…

Robin was making his campfire when he heard a grunt. Robins keen ears perked up. He smiled to himself. This was the first time he had ever used this set of swords, and he was just itching to try them out. A large group of Orcs walked out the bushes. They surrounded him. Looks like he was going to get to try them out a lot. Robin unsheathed his katana and his tonto. The leader of the Orcs walked up to him. In a low growl of a voice, he said…

"If you let we take items, we let live."

"Haha, funny. Really. I have no items to give, and if I did, why would I give it to a bunch of Orcs?" Robin asked, not expecting an answer.

"…Because we threat?"

Doesn't matter if you expect something or not I guess…

Robin sighed. "Just attack me." The Orc did as it was told, quite happily in fact. There was not doubt in Robins mind that even if he had given his possessions to the Orcs, he still would have been attacked. The Orc attacked with a massive club. It smashed down, right as Robin jumped backwards. Robin landed in a crouched position, and ran up the Orcs still lowered club. Right as he reached the Orcs arm he jumped and kicked his legs so he was laid down on top of the Orcs shoulder. He laid his katana across the Orcs neck, and kicked once more off the Orcs shoulder. He slid down the Orcs back, and landed, kneeling on his left leg, with the katana blocking his face. Then the leaders head landed next to him. All the other Orcs gave their own 'orcish' gasp. Robin stood up straight.

"Anyone else?" Robin asked to the rest of the crowd. The all stormed him. Robin jumped forward, and jumped off an Orcs face. He was sent speeding at an Orc on the opposite side of the first Orc, where he lopped off his head. Robin then flipped himself, so he was once again facing the Orc that now had a footprint on his face. Robin threw his right hand back behind his left shoulder, and then thrust his forward. Fire burst from his hand, making the Orc stop worrying about the footprint. Now he should be worrying about his missing head, and the missing heads of his teammates. Robin had made short work of the Orcs.

He then walked over to each of their bodies and collected the spoils. None of the armor was small enough, but he did find 23 silver pieces. Not much, but he could buy food to continue his walk to the castle.

The next day.

Robin awoke, and continued walking. He still had about a week before he even entered the large town that surrounded the castle, and he would probably have to rent an inn room for a night. He entered the village Brandshock. The village didn't have much to offer, but it would get him food for the night. Before he entered the village, he took off the mask Slade had given him. He didn't want to look suspicious.

Robin walked into a small bar. It seemed that everyone and his brother decided to get drunk off their arse today, because the bar was totally packed. In fact, there was only one table with open chairs, and it was probably because of the person sitting at that table. He seemed to be half…what was the right term…animated? Half of his body seemed to be replaced by wizardry. Robin walked over and pulled out a chair.

"Any room here for a wanderer?" Robin asked before sitting down.

"Are you sure ya wanna sit there? I'm a colored ya know…" The man said looking up.

"So?"

"Sure ya can sit. Have a good rest wanderer." Robin sat down at these words.

"So, what's your story?" Robin asked, while a waitress took his order. He got a small meal, and a glass of water. He wasn't here to get drunk.

"I used to be a slave. The 'masters' took my limbs to keep me from running away…"

"But you ran away successfully anyway? You're my kind of guy." Robin said, practically drooling as his meal arrived. He couldn't remember the last time Slade fed him.

"Yeah, thanks. By the way, names Stone." He said, putting his hand out for Robin to shake it.

"Charles." Robin said though a mouthful of meat. He took Stone's hand and shook it. The guy was cool and all, but he hadn't yet earned Robins trust, hence the fake name.

"Nice to meet ya Charles. So, if ya don't mind me as'kin, what's YOUR story?"

Robin sat up straight – he had been crouching for maximum food consumption. He swallowed his food, and began "Like I said earlier, I'm a wanderer. I pretty much just travel around, seeing sights, eating food, and meeting girls." Robin said with a proud smile. He was a very good actor. Stone smiled and nodded, not out of agreement, but out of understanding.

"Must be the life…" Stone said with a small smile tugging at his lips.

Robin smiled and began to devour his food again. He then heard something that made him even happier than a 15-pound steak – "Hey, look! A colored! What's say we go teach him a lesson?" – oh yes, much MUCH, happier. Robin stood up with a confident smile on his face.

"Hey Stone, what's say we teach HIM a lesson?"