Flame of the Huntress

Goodbye my Lover,

The door clicks open, the same time it has every night, with the same petite servant coming in with the tray. I crossed my hands behind my back, concealing the melted handcuffs, and kept my head down as she walked over.

 I do feel slight remorse for what I am about to do, however she is but a pawn in my game–can't blame the player. 

As her light steps make their way towards my cell, I ready myself. With the iron no longer draining my power, my fire is slowly coming back to me in a dance along my skin. However, I remain still, as if I am still the helpless, harmless prisoner.

Once she is mere inches from the cell, her eyes grow wide in horror as she sees the iron lock, the only thing keeping me in these bars. The same ones I melted right before she arrived.

Before she could do so much as step back, I spring behind her. My hand covering her mouth–muffling any screams that dared escape her. I blocked her airways, keeping her still as she struggled to breath against me–but it's no use. 

I slowly bring her down to the ground as she starts to pass out.

"Sorry love," I whisper in her ear, "but there is still a High Lord to be brought to his knees," with those last words, her eyelids closed and her consciousness gave out.

There was no guard waiting in the dark hallway for dismembering–lucky for them, only a few weak candles burning on the walls. 

I took a deep breath, taking in the sweet, sweet scent of freedom. As I inhaled, all the flames on the candles shot up, excited for my release.

I exhale through my grin, "Time to kill the men who put me in that damned cell", I whisper my deadly promise to the flames.

But before, I must get out of this damn dress. It's completely filthy and rather conspicuous–not the look I am going for right now. Not to mention it is also covered in blood, thanks to that Shadowsinger–Oh, how I can't wait to return the favor.

There is only a stairway ahead that shouldn't be too steep if my assumption about the guards who would walk above is true.

Lo and behold, I was right, it only took a few moments to reach the exit. The dungeon bars are closed, but with the gaps between I can see the beautiful midnight darkness. Luckily, the bars were only brass and not iron–I don't want to see iron ever again.

Before I took my final step towards the welcoming breeze, I heard a deep male's voice.

 "You're off for the night Lesner," the man slowly approached. 

I hide behind the wall concealing my body.

Another voice speaks, Lesner I presume, "Yes sir," even through the rasp of exhaustion, I can still muster his young voice no older than twenty.

Footsteps slowly die away, as the men exchange positions. Great, now the guy is fresh and ready to fight.

Once I no longer hear a trace of the younger man's footsteps, I take my pointed nail and scrape it against the wall, creating a painfully loud screech. The guard stiffens at the sound, I can hear as he unsheathes his sword. 

He takes a look through the black bars, completely unaware of the bloodthirsty assassin in his midst.

Right as the guard is about to turn back around, I throw a rock down the stairs–the thumps traveling all the way down.

He lets out a low grunt as he twists the lever to open the gate. 

Peering my head ever so wearily, I can see he is absolutley massive, around six-five and pure muscle. I could see his beautiful face, under his light-brown beard, and his green eyes--the only hint of gentleness among his ruthless looks.

I remain hidden, waiting for the perfect time to pounce. 

As he takes a step through the now open gate, I cut my breath. I take one quiet, graceful step behind the man completely unaware of my presence. 

How easy these boys are. I hope the Shadowsinger and the brute will put up more of a fight. 

The High Lord will be a bit trickier, however I now know of his abilities--or at least more of it.  

I light my hand on fire, and with one quick reach my burning flesh is wrapped around the guards thick right hand. He screeches in agony–the sound music to my ears. He attempts to whip around, but I grab the sword and kick his back, causing the large man to pummel down the steps in grunts and pains. 

I hear the crack of his skull before his lifeless body reaches the bottom. With an accomplished grin, I stride out the prison gate, clicking the lever open so the gate falls, masking anything that has just occurred, so by the time another guard comes around for watch, I'll be long gone before they can alert the others~