The Forgotten Kingdom

~Chapter One~ Evadynn

Evadynn Audovera stalked into the hallway, her flaming auburn hair flying behind her.

"Well done, Evadynn," Bengin commented after she'd come back from her mission.

She only grunted in response, plopping down into one of the chairs.

"Elegant as always," Eddard remarked sarcastically, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of water.

"You're just jealous Warik chose me over you," Evadynn told him, looking over her shoulder. Eddard frowned and sat down at the table. He was always jealous of the amount of attention Warik gave her, so he was constantly competing with her for any signs of approval.

The servants came in holding trays filled with food, stopping only to lay them down in front of the assassins before hurrying out of the room. Evadynn looked down at her food and scowled. It was Warik's favourite dish and it also just so happened to be the one food she couldn't eat: Ceviche. Whenever she ate the fish she would get sick for days, and it brought her closer to death than she would have liked. Evadynn glanced over in disgust as some of the lower killers shovelled food into their mouths. They had a grand lack of dignity.

Bengin sat down on her right and filled his plate with some of the bread sitting on the table. He turned to face her and offered a roll.

"No thanks. I'd rather eat dirt," Evadynn said, making a face.

Lots of food disgusted her, bread above all else. She didn't know if it was the crumbly, crumby texture or the fact that after you ate it you needed to drink a whole bucket of water just to give your mouth the moisture the bread took away.

"Suit yourself, but don't come crying to me if you get hungry," Bengin said with a shrug.

Everyone was eating enough food to feed a whole family. Even Eddard seemed to be enjoying himself. Evadynn decided that thinking about food would only make her more hungry, so she turned back to the table.

After a while of doing nothing, she pulled out a piece of paper and started to draw. To say that Evadynn was a good artist would be a stretch - most of the drawings she did were hard for anyone but her to understand,but Evadynn figured that being able to draw could be useful in her line of work.

She started with drawing the Grand Room. It had high ceilings with large chandeliers hanging. The room was huge: Evadynn estimated that it could fit almost twenty houses. This was where all the assassins ate for breakfast and over the years the elegant rug had gotten very well worn, a fact that her master, Warik, did not enjoy. The room was lavishly decorated which suited Warik's tastes exactly. Evadynn had never really liked fancy decor; it had always seemed like people showing off how rich and powerful they were.

Although, when people like to flaunt about how much money they have, it does make it easier to steal and understand them more as a person. If you liked to broadly show how much money you make you, understandably, weren't a very smart person and most likely either inherited the money or won it. If you showed off your money in a quiet more subdued way, enough to make people jealous but not enough for people to really notice, you were smarter and either worked to get that money or tricked some poor dumb rich fellow.

"Wow, that looks horrible," Evadynn heard a voice over her shoulder. For a second she was mortified that someone had looked at her drawing until she realised who it was.

"Like you could do any better, Eddard," Evadynn told him with a sneer, Eddard was known for his terrible art. He had once tried to woo a girl with a painting of a bird but when she'd seen the piece she had run away screaming. No one had actually seen the art piece, since he had burned it minutes later.