Torn growled in his sleep, next to him, Ashelin was wide awake for some strange reason. A sound or a presence alerted her, almost as if she were being watched. The high ceiling of their royal chambers fell away into the heavens of shadow, leaving the floor illuminated by the dying firelight of the fireplace.
Soft whispering echoes of padded boots, to soft to be heard, echoed through the red halls of the sleeping palace. Once Krimzon Guards, now Midnight Blue, stood sentry outside Torn and Ashelin's room in the small hours of the morning.
Stalking the shadows, a red-eyed warrior clad in black armor hissed softly at the blue guards.
"Shit!" she thought glaring at the thick steel doors. "Think. Gotta give 'em Hell." Crouched atop a high ceiling beam, Meya ran over the palace schematics embedded in her mind via memorization.
"Outside." her mind hissed as she glared down the hall to the far window where the hall veered off to the right. Scuttling quietly to an ornate lattice, she shimmied across it to the next beam. Moving from beam to beam, she eventually dropped to the floor safely out of sight. Calculating everything in her head from wind speed to how much energy she still had left from the MRE she ate before starting her mission.
"Fuck!" she growled softly at her ignorance. She was getting hungry, she didn't have enough energy to scale the treacherous walls of the palace. "Time to be."
Ashelin heard the sound of breaking glass, she heard the Guards rush towards the sound, then she heard their screams as they fell to their deaths. Grabbing her trusty pistol, she walked slowly to the closed doors of their room.
"Here kitty, kitty. Come get it." she thought standing behind the door as it slowly swung open from the outside. Standing in the doorway, like a pillar of darkness, was what she thought was a Krimzon Guard.
"Ashelin. I have a message for you." came the voice of a banshee, hissing with vulgarity. Cautiously looking through the crack between the door and the wall, Ashelin watched this newcomer with frothing suspicion. Bright red eyes of the mask, almost as if lit from within stared at her through the crack. "A friend sent me."
"Who are you?" Ashelin asked warily lowering her weapon slightly.
"I am called Blak Wulf. I have been sent to advise you. Great daughter of Praxis, you are in grave danger! Please, let me help you." Meya snarled softly repeating danger again to solidify her point.
"Alright Blak Wulf, or whoever you are, you have my attention. What's the message?"
"Ashelin, who are you talking to?" Torn groaned rolling over to look at her.
"This is" Turning back to Blak Wulf, she saw that she was gone. "Never mind. I'm not feeling well. I'll be back." Leaving the room and closing the door, she stared down the hall.
"Blak Wulf. What's going on?" Ashelin called down the deserted hallway. Shaking her head, she went back to Torn.
"Sir, everything went according as planned, sir!" Meya spoke into her communicator.
"Good, I suppose I could forgive you for your actions earlier in light of this good news. Stay posted. Erol out." he spoke clicking his communicator off. Stowing hers, she watched the suns rise in the east from her 'post' in one of the access towers.
"Well, least I have a place of my own now." she thought staring down on the city remembering how much she hated heights.
Soft whispering echoes of padded boots, to soft to be heard, echoed through the red halls of the sleeping palace. Once Krimzon Guards, now Midnight Blue, stood sentry outside Torn and Ashelin's room in the small hours of the morning.
Stalking the shadows, a red-eyed warrior clad in black armor hissed softly at the blue guards.
"Shit!" she thought glaring at the thick steel doors. "Think. Gotta give 'em Hell." Crouched atop a high ceiling beam, Meya ran over the palace schematics embedded in her mind via memorization.
"Outside." her mind hissed as she glared down the hall to the far window where the hall veered off to the right. Scuttling quietly to an ornate lattice, she shimmied across it to the next beam. Moving from beam to beam, she eventually dropped to the floor safely out of sight. Calculating everything in her head from wind speed to how much energy she still had left from the MRE she ate before starting her mission.
"Fuck!" she growled softly at her ignorance. She was getting hungry, she didn't have enough energy to scale the treacherous walls of the palace. "Time to be."
Ashelin heard the sound of breaking glass, she heard the Guards rush towards the sound, then she heard their screams as they fell to their deaths. Grabbing her trusty pistol, she walked slowly to the closed doors of their room.
"Here kitty, kitty. Come get it." she thought standing behind the door as it slowly swung open from the outside. Standing in the doorway, like a pillar of darkness, was what she thought was a Krimzon Guard.
"Ashelin. I have a message for you." came the voice of a banshee, hissing with vulgarity. Cautiously looking through the crack between the door and the wall, Ashelin watched this newcomer with frothing suspicion. Bright red eyes of the mask, almost as if lit from within stared at her through the crack. "A friend sent me."
"Who are you?" Ashelin asked warily lowering her weapon slightly.
"I am called Blak Wulf. I have been sent to advise you. Great daughter of Praxis, you are in grave danger! Please, let me help you." Meya snarled softly repeating danger again to solidify her point.
"Alright Blak Wulf, or whoever you are, you have my attention. What's the message?"
"Ashelin, who are you talking to?" Torn groaned rolling over to look at her.
"This is" Turning back to Blak Wulf, she saw that she was gone. "Never mind. I'm not feeling well. I'll be back." Leaving the room and closing the door, she stared down the hall.
"Blak Wulf. What's going on?" Ashelin called down the deserted hallway. Shaking her head, she went back to Torn.
"Sir, everything went according as planned, sir!" Meya spoke into her communicator.
"Good, I suppose I could forgive you for your actions earlier in light of this good news. Stay posted. Erol out." he spoke clicking his communicator off. Stowing hers, she watched the suns rise in the east from her 'post' in one of the access towers.
"Well, least I have a place of my own now." she thought staring down on the city remembering how much she hated heights.