Zayden Blaze

Chapter 9

For once, Aisling was terrified. She had just returned the day before from the failed mission, but had been unable to tell Lord Order as he was in his meditation state all day, gathering his energy and strength. He was out now and had no clue how the mission went and Aisling was dreading having to tell him the truth; she knew he would be angry, furious even! Get a hold of yourself Aisling! You are one of the most feared if not the most feared, person in the universe; you are Order's most valuable fighter, he will not dispose of you just because of one mission that went wrong, you are not that replaceable so there is absolutely no reason to be so scared! She scolded herself. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture and turned swiftly on the spot, striding out of her room towards Lord Order's throne room. As she reached the throne room doors, she hesitated as the fear and terror she had been holding back grabbed ahold of her again. Grunting in annoyance, Aisling steeled herself and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The deep, emotionless voice of Lord Order called. Taking a deep breath, the assassin pulled open the door and walked confidently towards her master, kneeling before the throne he was seated in, "Why have you come to visit me Aisling?" He inquired distantly.

"My lord, the mission yesterday failed. The hunters were stronger than my team and I thought they were and it seems Zayden is more loyal towards them than I thought he was." A pang shot through her heart at that. Oh yes, the cold-hearted assassin of Order's had fallen for their enemies right hand man. But, Aisling sensed a darkness in him, one very much like her own. She often wondered what he looked like under that hood that covered his face in shadows and was often caught day dreaming about the day the man finally realized where he belonged and joined their side, joining by her side forever. Oh how she couldn't wait for that day...Aisling was pulled out of her thoughts as Order's lips tightened and he stood from his throne.

"Zayden Blaze, a thorn in my side since the second he showed up. Such power; such anger; such pain from just one person is extraordinary! What I wouldn't give to find out who he was before and have him join our side. But, the trail has run cold; we have no evidence of where he came from and where he was before he joined my brother's arm and no one in the army would ever tell us, since they are so loyal to my brother." He spat out, like the word brother was venom, "No, I don't blame you for failing; it is just like my brother to think ahead and put his most trusted and loyal soldier in guard of the most vulnerable group, as they are nomads running through the country constantly with barely any protection." He grumbled, walking slowly throughout the room with his hands behind his back, clasped together, "No, what we need to do is something different..." He methodically stated, pondering that statement to himself. After a few minutes of thinking, Order gained an evil grin on his face, "And I have just the idea..."

Sophia's P.O.V.

Life at the Amazon Headquarters was...interesting, to say the least. It amazes me how they can be so advanced(ipads, equipment, shipping, etc.) yet so traditional as well(still hating men, their way of organization and leadership, their fighting, etc.). But, it works for them. As you walk from the streets into the building, you see dozens of floors in the building, full of unsuspecting mortal who just know that they work for a highly famous and worldwide company, not knowing that they actually worked for a millennia old organization of woman-run, male-hating warrior group. The building up above was advanced with technology and modern building structures. Below, though, it was concrete, taking on an older look, something you would see over in Greece or in a palace, even with its own throne room.

When we first arrived, they welcomed me with open arms, inviting me to learn their fighting style, to meet all their generals and leaders, and taking me in as a friend. Kiani, however, was given a...different approach. When he first got here, he was ignored completely and was treated as dirt. He was never given a tour like I was and often was lost. But, when he tried to ask for directions, he would either be treated like he wasn't there or didn't exist, would be yelled at, glared at, kicked to the ground, or told where to go-but, that being a complete lie, being completely opposite of where he wanted to go.