Major tw// strong suicidal thoughts (I'm so sorry to everyone who can't read this.)
I'm sitting now, back against a tree, shadows of the night coming to the assassins bidding, depicting her story with the flutter her hands. She's truly the daughter of the night.
"My master," she starts, name sour on her lips. "Got called to the palace, which is awfully common except I was demanded to be with him. Now assassins are like dirty laundry. Everyone knows we have it, but it's pretended it doesn't exist. Anyway, I go with him." I can see her displeased face in my minds eye, covered carefully with a mask of stone as she walks behind a faceless man.
"The king, well I give him credit, started out very diplomatic. You know, asking about my master's day, his family so on. Incredibly boring. But we can both see this scar, new one, puckered and thin, across his creek. Not a good look I tell you. And when master asks about it he gets angry, real angry. But only for a moment. Blink and you miss it kinda deal. Fortunately, he underestimates me for obvious reasons," she gestures down at her femine self.
"What's this got to do with me?" I ask.
"In good time, my friend. So the king finally gets to his point, spills his dirty little secrets. That his daughter gave him that scar, she's a rebel, he killed her et cetera, et cetera." If she notices my fists clenched, she doesn't say anything.
"And so he says, word for word," she mimics the Kings deep voice.
"She had an accomplice. I want her dead." Of course. Another problem. Honestly I should have seen that coming but with all that's been on my mind, who can blame me?
"Now, being the amazing human being I am, I gather information, ask around and boom, leads straight to you." She grins and I raise an eyebrow.
"So... you're going to kill me?"
"Nah, I don't feel like it. Can't help but do exactly what you don't want."
"So," I draw out the word. "The King hired you to kill me, and you're not going to because you don't want to."
"Knew you had some brain cells there somewhere." I close my eyes, trying to understand this girl before me, barely an adult but an assassin to great joy. And yet she still won't kill me.
"Don't bother," she says, reading my mind. Her eyes darken for a moment. "It will lead only to misery."
"I'm already miserable." She just rolls her eyes, says something about a classic tragic backstory. But something occurs to me.
"What your name?" I ask and her face clears, like the night in a moons ray.
"Shavanti," she says and I roll it on my tongue. Sha-van-ti. It's like a song almost, so fitting yet so strange.
"Jade," I reply, feeling the prickle of déjà vu creep up my spine.
"Jade," I say sticking out my hand in which she shakes.
"Ida," she replies and her smile lights up the night like a thousand stars.
I try to shake off the immense sadness that washes over me. But I'm drowning again, in a sea of her death, her memories.
It should scare me that I can switch from normal to verging on tears in mere seconds. But it doesn't.
It should scare me that Shavanti is looking at me like I might just be prey.
But it doesn't.
I'm numb, so numb.
If you stab me in the heart, there will be no blood. It's already bleed out.
I don't know whether I said this out loud. Thought fills me, rising and bubbling within me. It's like I'm underwater again. Reality slips through my hands like sand. Then my eyes are open. I am looking at the world as if through a veil, not feeling sad or happy, just like if I made any sudden movements I would float away on the wind.
Insignificant, weightless, without impact.
I would be so much easier to just...my dagger is in my hand, glistening in the light. Like it wants me to... my muscles move on their own accord, bringing the metal to my neck.
One movement and this will be all over.
One movement and I won't have to worry about anything.
One movement and I can see Ida again.
The metal presses closer and I rejoice in the pain.
But a hand grabs onto the metal, tugging it out of my grip, blood dripping slowly from it.
I blink at the assassin, forgetting she was there.
"That's my job," she says.
I look down at the blood on my shirt, then up at her staring at me, half amused, half concerned and shiver.
This isn't good. Nothing is good.
Yeah apparently I'm better at writing angst and pain then actual good scenes oop-
Anyways should be getting more interesting soon! I can't wait to show you the progress on my new WIP as well :)
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Trapped
Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
