Land of Evil

One

White and yellow, green and gold, red and purple, black and blue. The colours burned her eyes, stinging and stretching and pricking. In the darkness of the night, the stunning flash of the colours was even more enhanced. Her hood obscured her head and a mask kept the rest of her face covered. Except her eyes. And as her eyes caught colour, they glinted. Her head pounded furiously.

Focus.

She kept her eyes open, and ignored their watering. If she dared to blink, that would be it. She could not leave here a failure. She didn't look up at the huge diamond sitting in the glass case above her. She didn't look at her fingers as they hurriedly but carefully typed in the code to open the glass case. She didn't dare look away.

Orange, white, yellow, purple...

It was torture. Her fingers burned from typing in the first letter of every colour her eyes glimpsed into the sharp pins that served as keys.

If she missed just one letter, the alarm would ring out. Though she had confidence that she would be able to escape, it would mean she had failed. Her fingers bled. The colours flashed before her eyes faster now: blue! Ash! Green! Brown! Red! Black! White! Yellow!

A steady click as the colours stopped flashing made her shiver in anticipation. Looking above her, she watched as the large glass case shifted open. She blinked, a tear sliding down her face, an effect of leaving her eyes open too long. The colours swam in her head and before her eyes. She raised her hand but it didn't reach. That didn't bother her though.

She kept her bloody hand raised and outstretched, ignoring their pain. Her dark eyes were hard and commanding. Soon her fingertips began to glow and the diamond lifted itself and flew into her hand. She drew her energy to keep it from falling. Even in the darkness of the night, it looked fantastical. It glittered from all angles.

Large thing.

She put her hand to the side of the glass case and on the inside of the case, a name appeared. She swiped her finger on the glittering diamond in her hand and the same name appeared on it: Rahda.

She turned and smirked—but not for long.

She felt someone enter the room. Impossible. A person could not just enter the Museum. She had fought her way through several protective machinery designed to keep intruders out, destroying them in the process. She had burned the side of her neck escaping the fire one of the Protectors had swung at her. A Protector that was now dead. She had maimed three other thieves who had been planning to make a move for the diamond she currently held possession of and the guard outside the door was dead, thanks to her.

Even as she thought all these things, she realized...

I got rid of every possible obstacle.

There was no hindrance to anyone who wanted to try and steal the Vajas diamond. Like this intruder.

She clenched her jaw, focusing her eyes on the diamond. It trembled, then shrunk to the size of her fingernail. She stuffed it into her pocket, and quietly walked towards the door. The only escape from this room.

She stopped momentarily as she glimpsed the figure by the doorway. Hooded, just like her. It was impossible to see them in the darkness.

The figure began to move towards her. And quickly so. She steeled her nerves, anticipating attack. When the person was close enough, she pounced.

The person shot to the floor. She could sense their surprise, their fear. They grabbed her leg, but she crushed their hand into the ground, savoring the cracking sound she heard and the whimper of pain.

She didn't register the second hand on her leg though and before she knew it, she was on the ground, engaging in a wrestling match with this terribly uninformed  amateur. Did he not know she had never lost a fight before?

They rolled and tumbled and she savored the grunts and resistance the boy offered. It was a male. That, she was certain of.

He tried to use sorcery. The kind she had mastered the use of when she was but ten years old. It was laughable at best. She could have put him in her hands and cracked him into half.

In their intense struggle, something she was now enjoying, they ended up near the open door that had streaks of moonlight splashing across the ground. She saw into his eyes the way he saw into hers.

She sent a blow to his neck and in the way she was obvious about it, she expected it when he blocked it. What she did not expect, however, was for him to pull her down towards him.

She stopped for a second, his heartbeat in her, not understanding his plan. Then she elbowed him fiercely in the neck. His scream would have woken up everyone who lived in Rovaque and beyond, but her hand stayed firmly over his mouth and her knee over his neck. She clenched her jaw and twisted his neck with all force.

Just when she felt him go limp, she scrambled to her feet and shot out into the cold night.

Another mission successful.