Under the Weapon Trove

Prologue

So. Much. Blood. There was so much blood dripping on the lumber porch of the dingy manor, the already-darkened wood soaking the deep scarlet.

A woman, dressed head to toe in peach, stepped into a patch of moonlight in front of the house. Her lightly-coloured hooded robe covered her completely, her pale face barely visible in the dim light of the sky. A corpse was casually slung across her shoulder.

She paused as she surveyed the still-fresh blood dripping from the corpse. It was slowly soiling the porch, but she didn't didn't care — it wasn't the first time that had happened. And probably wouldn't be the last.

All around, the scattered crows cawed in discord, their cries audible even in the roaring gale. The previously vibrant house was now a sombre affair; its once-brightly-painted door was half off its hinges and the rusted knocker dangled with gravity.

The woman took a few more steps and ripped open the swaying door. Aiming in no particular direction, she hurled the dead body inside. She paused. No sound from inside. Excellent.

With delicate precision, the young woman pulled the door at an angle so it hid the inside of the manor. All was going well. Before retreating, she noted with a smile of satisfaction that the door was closed at the exact same angle as last time.

The moon, now appearing as full, was visible at the topmost point of the sky and it left a glowing trail in its wake. Escaping the light, the woman stole into the darkness. Bathing in the serenity of the moonlight, the house sat still; so completely still that one could never guess the number of rotting bodies that lay inside...

After one last glance at the manor, the woman hugged her robes closer and fled from the hill.

They didn't call her Amorfia's greatest assassin for nothing.

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Author's note:

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