Glacia's Assassin

Tessa's Confession

Hello I have finally decided to write the next chapter I guess I just got lazy.... Moving on, Im running out of ideas for this book so feel free to like... pm me suggestions :D OH and Im adding a new POV yaaaaaaaay I just wanted to experiment so if it sucks I wont use it again. Yeah yeah Im inconsistent whatever -.-

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After many chapter count downs the story has skipped ahead to three days before.

Xyra's POV:

One day. One day and 14 hours to be exact. The trial for Glacia's Assassin would be held tomorrow afternoon. And my tracks would be covered. Over the weeks the castle had become looser. There were less guards posted and the staff had become far less alert. It truly was a shame that the girl I had framed did not get to finish whatever she came to this castle to do.

In another life we could have been allies, maybe even friends. But my past and my future would not allow such weakness.

So the trial for a somewhat innocent girl who had been in the wrong places at the wrong times would occur tomorrow and I could not help but wonder if this was too easy to be true.

Tessa's POV:

I had lost count of the days spent in my filthy cell. Countless days I would sit and attempt to make light conversations with my captors. To show I had not yet broken. Sparta had told me that a trial would be held. We both knew that I would be sentenced to death. It was a grim thought really... At the age of seventeen I would be executed and I had thought I would live a good life. Though the familiar sound of the creaky door leading down to the dungeons interrupted my depressing thoughts.

Sparta threw to me a loaf of stale bread and sat down casually in front of my cell. It was odd to me that he came down and bothered to talk to me. It wasn't like we were ever friends. So I asked, "Why do you visit me everyday?" He shrugged and smiled sadly, "I guess I feel like it's my fault that you're in here in the first place."

"It is your fault. But I've been meaning to ask you, how did you figure out about the mask?"

"What mask?" Impossible. Who knew? Probably the assassin herself, Marylin.

"I honestly still can't believe you would brutally kill people just for some extra coins in your pocket." His voice held a hint of disgust.

"Maybe because I'm not really the assassin." He chuckled but there was no smile on his face. "Unfortunately, all of the evidence points directly towards you unless you can some how lead me to some evidence to prove your innocence you're screwed." I had one chance. One chance to point this awkwardly friendly guard to the actual assassin. And for some reason I just knew I would screw it up.

"What if I told you who the real assassin was?" He looked unconvinced. I would be too, I don't blame him. What a shame that my cause would never be fulfilled. What a shame that no one would remember Tessa, a girl from the streets with no family to mourn for her. Its depressing to think that way but really, it was true. What could a guard do to help me? All I could hope for was a quick and painless death.

I had been too lost in my thoughts to notice that the guard had left me. Not that I was complaining. I preferred the loneliness. But I could not help but wonder why the guard wasted his time by coming to speak to a criminal. Perhaps he was being assigned to talk to me to get more information. It seemed unlikely but was still a possibility. I could not tell what time it was due to the lack of windows in this wretched cell but I went to sleep with many thoughts still swirling in my mind.

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Sorry for the hiatus but whatever. TOO BAD YA SHOULDNT BE READING THIS STORY ANYWAY. But tbh I love you all for reading this crappiness.

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