The Clockwork Assassin

Chapter 1

As a child I was taught to fear that which you cannot see then I realized that the only thing you should fear is fear itself. Fear is a weapon used to control and cause pain.

Jonahtharia taught me that when he trained me. When he made me the most formidable assassin in the Rebellion and the world. And walking in the shadowed alleys of Tentanaba the city of witches, warlocks, and Fae following my target; Lord Wathier the Warlock right hand to the Kings Advisor Jenan.

It was getting dark as I followed Wathier through the city he started to approach his mansion and spotted two homeless witches, a mother and a child they appeared to be the remaining parts of a decimated coven. Wathier looked at them and kicked the child off her feet letting her land in the slimy water.

The mother cried out and reached out to help the girl but Wathier stopped her

"The girl must learn the hierarchy and where she fits in leave her there until she gets up"

The girl was crying and I revealed myself and walked out of the shadows and knelt down to the child

"Are you okay?" I asked her

She nodded at me and I grabbed her hand and helped her up as Wathier watched me

"Did you not hear me?" He asked me

I sent the child back to her mother who welcomed the girl into her arms then I turned to him my black cloak swishing majestically through the street

"Did you not hear me?" He asked me "She must learn the hierarchy she is less"

"Your hierarchy is flawed; she is not less just because she has less than you"

"The king disagrees, witch"

"Bold you assume I'm a witch just because I am here" I said feeling the familiar anger flash in my eyes as they turned yellow and black different from their usual Prussian blue "That's the problem with royalty and nobility they assume and prosecute on those assumptions" I told him letting my fangs drop

"What are you?" he asked me fear riddling his tone

"I'm your worst nightmare" I told him threateningly tilting my head

"I'm a Warlock of 89th degree" he told me haughtily "You can't harm me"

I tipped my head back and laughed then pulling a short dagger out of my cloak pocket then spinning around I lodged the dagger into his trachea. He looked at me with surprise and tried to pull the dagger out and heal himself but I just threw chakrams at his hands nailing them to the soggy cobblestone he tried to scream in pain but was cut off by the blood bobbling in his throat and foaming in his mouth.

"Not much to say now, huh?" I asked him "Curious"

"L-l-long l-l-l-l-live t-t-the Ki-kin-king" He spluttered out splattering blood on my face

I bent down to him and whispered in his ear "Death to the King, Prosperatur Rebellio"

Then his bloody spluttering faded as he died. Then I heard a small sound. I turned to see the witch and her daughter. I looked back at the body of Wathier and then back to the witches looking at them I spoke

"You didn't see anything; you found the body and raided the pockets and have no idea what happened" I told them compelling them

They froze and I cut off Wathier's head leaving my signature gear from my hair on his body and after placing his head in a sack, I ran using my vampire speed. I raced from the city stopping only when I got to Saeba the city of Wolves and Shifters.

I was only a few hundred miles away from Tentanaba and the Great Oak-Home- I miss home. Saeba was smack in the middle of the two places where I've been and where I want to go but first food.