Entry for "Major and Minor Arcana" at "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments)"

Task: Write about a character toeing a fine line between doing good or evil. Min 300 words

Extra Prompt: Balance

Entry for the "Halloween Collection Competition" - prompt: 1. Bloodcurling

Entry for the "Gringotts Prompt Bank"

Feelings & Emotions:

Confused: Hesitant

Lyrics Prompts:

Black Veil Brides:

1. I ruled the world/with these hands I shook the heavens to the ground/I laid the gods to rest. (Lost it All)

2. Hail the king of death. (Lost it All)

Autumn/Fall Prompts:

3. (season) Autumn; 5. (feeling) Chilly; 22. Quilt

Location Prompts:

Town Names:23. Black Hollow

Celestial Prompts:

59. Shooting Star; 66. Starlight

Assassin!AU with hints of Ninja!AU XD

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A shooting star crossed the night sky over the castle of Black Hollow, the clear autumn air already so chilly that the guards had draped themselves into multiple quilts to stay warm.

But not even the starlight was able to reveal the black-clothed figure to them that was currently making its way across a rooftop of one of the castles lower buildings with a balance that seemed unearthly.

Without being spotted, the figure climbed up the side of the highest tower, completely soundless, as if it was only a shadow of the night, melted into the dark, untouchable to the light of the stars and the moon.

Managing the nearly impossible, the figure opened the window of the tower room from the outside and slipped into the warmth of the room.

Golden eyes were quickly searching the room for any guards or servants, but it was empty, except for the black-haired man on the huge bed that stood opposite to the window.

Breathing calmly, she approached the bed while pulling a knife out of a hidden pocket in a fluid motion.

There he was lying, asleep, not suspecting that in a few seconds, his life would have come to an end.

Rolanda had never seen the emperor before, but she had seen enough of his deeds to know that this mission was the right thing to do.

She could still hear the bloodcurling screams of the people whose houses his soldiers had burned down, the cries and pleadings of the innocent they had killed or abducted, only to fulfill their master's greed, his lust for gold and women.

As she placed the cold blade against his throat, she felt calm, even as the man jerked awake, his eyes wide open in surprise. He was obviously so shocked by her presence that he was not even able to scream for help.

Her face was masked, but still she was sure that he could see the hate in her gaze as she whispered:"My emperor, your last hour has come."

She had done it many times before, assassinating someone was not a problem to her, but as she saw the fear in his dark eyes, she hesitated for a split second.

Was it right what she was doing here?

Was it okay to kill someone evil to free the world from his reign? Or was this murder equalling her with him?

Also, was it good to kill one emperor only to clear his throne for the next almighty monarch?

In this moment, she really had the power, the future of the kingdom was lying in her hands, at her mercy.

What was she supposed to do with it?

She could be able to fulfill all her own wishes, she could even take over the reign, form the world the way she wanted it to be...

Suddenly, a hoarse whisper from the man under her blade ripped her from her thoughts:"I ruled the world, with these hands I shook the heavens to the ground and I laid the gods to rest. There will be more like me, no matter if you kill me or not."

He grinned, and Rolanda could see the madman he was, hear the screams of her friends and neighbours as their lifes were taken away, the sobs of her little sister as she was being carried away to be raped. Revenge was going to be her repayment.

She did not need a kingdom or gold or power. What she and all the other people needed was freedom.

"Your highness, you may now hail the king of death. At least there will be one less of your sort!," she spat, her knife sinking into his throat with ease, and before he released his scream for help, she was out of the window, melting into the night again.