𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

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The darkness shadowed her figure in the corner, her dark clothes allowing her to blend easily with the eerily still darkness.

Hood up, she emerged into the middle of the room, baby blue orbs focused on the bed... on a man, tossing and turning as he attempted to sleep.

Slowly and silently, she slipped a small knife from her pocket, moving towards the man with an eerily calm demeanor.

Placing her hands on his head to hold him down, she pushed the knife against his pale skin, his eyes bursting open.

Before he could register what was happening – before he could scream, she sliced the knife across his throat, blood pooling around his dying corpse.

She wiped blood from her knife against the bed sheets, staining them red.

Once she knew he was dead, she said a silent prayer in an unknown language, before smashing through the window and landing safely on the sidewalk below.

The street of the small town she was sent to was quiet, ghost town quiet.

Vanishing like a ghost, the young woman was gone, leaving the bleeding corpse behind.

Her job was completed.

Thats all that actually mattered to her.

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"Aquilae, congratulations."

The hooded figure nodded, dipping her head to the man before her, his sword sheather at his side.

"No, get up," he commanded, to which she immediately responded, saying nothing.

"Aquilae," he continued, his hands folded together at the small of his back, feet spread slightly apart. "After your victory, iterum, it is only fair you get a few days free to visit your familia."

"Draco," She replied hesitantly, waiting for his nod for her to proceed. "I appreciate your offer of a few days, but is that really what you want?"

"Aquilae, I trust you to return to the league in a few days time. If not, you know the prices of your actions."

She nodded, removing the hood from her head to reveal her blonde hair, neatly folded into a bun with a braid on either side, holding said bun in place. "I will return, Draco. Assassins honor."