A Reaper`s Bane by Aniki
A Reaper’s Bane
I walked through one of the filthy busy towns crowded with merchants in one evening as they were closing the shops. It was not easy for a murderer to walk into a town without revealing all the hidden arms and the assassin mark I had on my person, as the king had compensated for a mission to assassinate his own second heiress. I vowed for this to be my last one.
I stopped in front of the great castle gate with statues of the fat king standing as its columns. Having observed it for a moment I immediately turned away. I decided to bring myself to rest in a nearby tavern, and devised an approach for when aught should go amiss.
Immediately upon the closing curtain of the day, I had already snuck into the castle. I stopped upon the servants’ quarters to gain myself knowledge of the royalties’ chambers. Long I hid above the ceiling until I acquired it.
When I found the chamber, one of the servants was there. She was standing before the fancy door with carvings of flowers and doves consisted of precious metal from one end to another. I hid myself as she knocked on the heavenly door and inquired to the damsel within of what should she require afore going to sleep. A voice emerged from within the chamber; a voice so alluring—so pleasant—as of a singing of a lamenting nymph stating that she required naught for the night and that she wished to be left to herself. The servant complied to the demand, then requested to be permitted to her quarter for the night. She then immediately proceeded away.
Silently I opened the door of the dingy chamber; a chamber which I didn’t expect to be heavy with the feeling of melancholy as depicted by the heavenly door. Hiding myself into the dark corner as soon as I turned up inside.
In the darkness I froze myself—searching for the damsel whose life I must end tonight. Though it was the bewitching night, her bed was looking perfectly neat and cold as if it had never been occupied. Then I scanned the whole room and there she was—standing alone before the window under the graceful luminescence; looking far away into the distance as if longing for it. With her delicate figure under the white silken robe that covered her pallid skin.
I stood still in the dark corner; stared with intensity at this lonely figure and felt myself hesitating to end her life. I shook myself of all doubts, then reminded myself that this was the very last mission that I would carry out.
I leapt out of the shadow, then I turned my target and restrained her. I covered her mouth with my left and pointed my blade with my right. I pushed my elbow upon her bosom and her back against the wall; beholding her alluring eyes—lifeless with the luminescence reflected in them and dried tear marks around her pallid cheeks.
Not a struggle she made, not a muffled sound came from beneath my hand. This was the first time I hesitated to kill my target. I immediately released her and fled the chamber.
For several days I infiltrated the castle over and over again, yet not a single ruckus of an intruder was made. In her chamber, I hid every night assuring myself to kill her. Every night—I failed.
On the seventh night, knowing that I was hiding there—she suddenly spoke of her sorrow and the situation that had befallen her. It was revealed that my target was a mere daughter of one of the king’s concubine, and her father had planned an alliance marriage to slander his rival. She assured me that she would not hold any grudge upon her bringer of death. I stepped out of the shadow—walked towards the damsel with my blade pointed.
Then, a knock came from the door. It was the same servant that I saw nights ago. She asked the same question as she did the night I found this chamber, and the same reply was uttered by the sorrowful damsel.
I looked at her with the curiosity that never in my life I had encountered before. She waited for my blade to be drawn upon her. Instead, I threw my blade aside—held her delicate yet fragile figure and embraced it within my arms. I pressed her cold lips upon mine. Then a smile conjured up; a smile that for the last seven days I had never seen on her.
I decided then that I would get her out of this confining castle and away from this god forsaken kingdom. I carried her outside the window and snuck out of the castle. We safely went pass the town gate and out into the open. She talked about what her life would be from then on and how happy she was that I decided to take her away. Her smile never faded, and her cheeks turning rosy as she did.
As I held her warm hand while we were walking on a meadow, it felt like holding the sun within my hand. But then I heard a sound; a sound that I was familiar with—the sound of an arrow sliding into human flesh. I turned to my former target and saw an arrow sticking from her bosom. In the distance was a man holding a bow standing under a tree. He bore the same mark matching mine, and in the blink of an eye he silently went into the shadow.
And as I came to my consciousness from the rage that had consumed me. I looked upon the figure lying in my arms—turning cold; sorrowful tears rolling down her now-pallid cheeks, hair swaying gently along the wind. She reached out her fragile hand, touching my cheek with her silky palm—caressing it. As I witness her last breath, I vow revenge.
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I walked through one of the filthy busy towns crowded with merchants in one evening as they were closing the shops. It was not easy for a murderer to walk into a town without revealing all the hidden arms and the assassin mark I had on my person, as the king had compensated for a mission to assassinate his own second heiress. I vowed for this to be my last one.
I stopped in front of the great castle gate with statues of the fat king standing as its columns. Having observed it for a moment I immediately turned away. I decided to bring myself to rest in a nearby tavern, and devised an approach for when aught should go amiss.
Immediately upon the closing curtain of the day, I had already snuck into the castle. I stopped upon the servants’ quarters to gain myself knowledge of the royalties’ chambers. Long I hid above the ceiling until I acquired it.
When I found the chamber, one of the servants was there. She was standing before the fancy door with carvings of flowers and doves consisted of precious metal from one end to another. I hid myself as she knocked on the heavenly door and inquired to the damsel within of what should she require afore going to sleep. A voice emerged from within the chamber; a voice so alluring—so pleasant—as of a singing of a lamenting nymph stating that she required naught for the night and that she wished to be left to herself. The servant complied to the demand, then requested to be permitted to her quarter for the night. She then immediately proceeded away.
Silently I opened the door of the dingy chamber; a chamber which I didn’t expect to be heavy with the feeling of melancholy as depicted by the heavenly door. Hiding myself into the dark corner as soon as I turned up inside.
In the darkness I froze myself—searching for the damsel whose life I must end tonight. Though it was the bewitching night, her bed was looking perfectly neat and cold as if it had never been occupied. Then I scanned the whole room and there she was—standing alone before the window under the graceful luminescence; looking far away into the distance as if longing for it. With her delicate figure under the white silken robe that covered her pallid skin.
I stood still in the dark corner; stared with intensity at this lonely figure and felt myself hesitating to end her life. I shook myself of all doubts, then reminded myself that this was the very last mission that I would carry out.
I leapt out of the shadow, then I turned my target and restrained her. I covered her mouth with my left and pointed my blade with my right. I pushed my elbow upon her bosom and her back against the wall; beholding her alluring eyes—lifeless with the luminescence reflected in them and dried tear marks around her pallid cheeks.
Not a struggle she made, not a muffled sound came from beneath my hand. This was the first time I hesitated to kill my target. I immediately released her and fled the chamber.
For several days I infiltrated the castle over and over again, yet not a single ruckus of an intruder was made. In her chamber, I hid every night assuring myself to kill her. Every night—I failed.
On the seventh night, knowing that I was hiding there—she suddenly spoke of her sorrow and the situation that had befallen her. It was revealed that my target was a mere daughter of one of the king’s concubine, and her father had planned an alliance marriage to slander his rival. She assured me that she would not hold any grudge upon her bringer of death. I stepped out of the shadow—walked towards the damsel with my blade pointed.
Then, a knock came from the door. It was the same servant that I saw nights ago. She asked the same question as she did the night I found this chamber, and the same reply was uttered by the sorrowful damsel.
I looked at her with the curiosity that never in my life I had encountered before. She waited for my blade to be drawn upon her. Instead, I threw my blade aside—held her delicate yet fragile figure and embraced it within my arms. I pressed her cold lips upon mine. Then a smile conjured up; a smile that for the last seven days I had never seen on her.
I decided then that I would get her out of this confining castle and away from this god forsaken kingdom. I carried her outside the window and snuck out of the castle. We safely went pass the town gate and out into the open. She talked about what her life would be from then on and how happy she was that I decided to take her away. Her smile never faded, and her cheeks turning rosy as she did.As I held her warm hand while we were walking on a meadow, it felt like holding the sun within my hand. But then I heard a sound; a sound that I was familiar with—the sound of an arrow sliding into human flesh. I turned to my former target and saw an arrow sticking from her bosom. In the distance was a man holding a bow standing under a tree. He bore the same mark matching mine, and in the blink of an eye he silently went into the shadow.
And as I came to my consciousness from the rage that had consumed me. I looked upon the figure lying in my arms—turning cold; sorrowful tears rolling down her now-pallid cheeks, hair swaying gently along the wind. She reached out her fragile hand, touching my cheek with her silky palm—caressing it. As I witness her last breath, I vow revenge.
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*speechless and thumbs up*
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