An Assassin's Choice {Wings Of Fire Fanfic/AU}

Chapter 32: Sticky Situation

     The second mission had taken place in the swampy marshland of the Mud Kingdom. Flint was all alone. He had been sent on his first solo mission. His target was a curtain MudWing General named General Swamp.

     Apparently, this MudWing was planning something very treasonous; something along the lines of grooming one of the Princesses to fall in love with him and to follow his every order. And from what Flint could gather, this General was trying to become King of the MudWings (not that that meant anything or gave him any power..).

     Flint, going under the cover of night, silently waded through the marsh around all of the mud-mound MudWing houses. He was very uncomfortable with the mud soaking in between all of his fiery scales.

     How can the MudWings stand this?! he thought, shifting uncomfortably. He continued moving forward toward the palace.

     There were no dragon voices. The only sounds were the croaking of toads, buzzing of mosquitoes, and cheeping of marsh birds; normal swamp noises.

     Reaching the palace within the center of the Mud Kingdom, Flint silently crawled out of the sticky muck, mud now coating on his usually faintly glowing dark ginger scales. He glanced over to the entrance, flinching with frustration at the sight of five guards.

     Dammit! That will make this so much harder.. Flint cursed internally.

     He decided that he would rather sneak in through a window than battle five full-grown trained MudWing guards.

     He clawed his way up the mud-brick building, smoothing the claw marks over with the leftover mud on his tail. Peeking into the window, he could only see two dragons within the room in the faint moonlight that filtered in: one in bed, and on guarding the entrance to the room.

     Glad I chose the window route, he thought gratefully, soon seeing all of the guards in the hall.

     Flint silently slithered into the room, quickly glancing around before sneaking forward to the exit. Leaping onto the guard's back, he held her snout shut while slitting her throat. Before her scales even started sizzling, dark blood poured from her wound and she went limp. He gently set her down, backing away.

     He leapt into the air, quiet as a faint breeze, flying up to then clinging onto the arches on the ceiling. Crawling along the arches, he made his way down the hall, reading all of the labels for the rooms.

     There! he thought. General Swamp, he silently read off of the silver plaque. He slipped into the bedroom, taking out his already bloodstained dagger. Flint glided down to the large, navy green MudWing General, quickly slitting his throat from ear-to-ear. General Swamp didn't even have time to wake up before he was dead, blood pooling on his sheets.

     Repeating his process of sneaking in, Flint snuck back into the room he entered the palace in.

     Almost there... Flint thought stressfully, creeping a few inches closer to the window every second.

     All of a sudden, a bright light flashed on him. He flinched away with a surprised cry, momentarily blinded by the brightness.

    "Murderer!" the MudWing who had been sleeping in the bed shrieked. Flint whipped his head up, eyes widening.

     Well, shit.. Flint grimaced, I'm dead.