Scarlet Blood & Diamond Tears (My Continuation of MCD)

Chapter 3: A Hidden Killer

I had finally made it to Ru'an, at least according to some maps I stole. I docked my boat at a small bay hidden in the forest a little ways north from Phoenix Drop. I was drained of my energy, after hours of piloting the ship, I was exhausted. I trudged down to the Captain's quarters to retrieve an energy potion I had gotten off the black market. I was wary of buying potions, especially off the black market, even though I had already tested it for poison. I have a lot of enemies. I opened my bedside drawer, where I kept most of my valuables; to find the potion. It glowed a bright green and filled the space with it's eerie light. I unplugged the cork and chugged the bitter tasting liquid until the whole bottle was empty. At least the potion was mild, or I would have been bouncing off the walls. After a quick meal and a change of clothes, I felt refreshed and ready to go. I grabbed my brown, leather sheath containing my most prized possession, my namesake, the Scarlet Dagger. I clipped it on my belt between my black shirt and dark blue pants underneath my signature red cloak. I tucked my long brown to aqua faded hair into my hood and descended down the ladder leading off of my ship. My knee-high leather boots treaded lightly on the soft green grass, the smell of the salty sea on the air. I walked the distance from my ship to the village of Phoenix Drop. According to my knowledge from the many books I've read, Phoenix Drop was once a small town which with the coming of the Phoenix Alliance grew into a bustling coastal city. It mainly focused on trade from other parts of the region, along with the region of Gal'ruk. After arriving there, I climbed up a tree to see where I would enter from. The entire city has a stone wall around it with numerous guard posts on it. Basically impenetrable. But they made one fatal mistake. The seaport was left unprotected due to the constant coming and going of ships from the port. There was almost no way to get in; unless you were me. I climbed a tree near the beach and stealthily hopped onto a huge yggdrasil tree on the inside of the walls. I carefully crouched on a branch of the sturdy tree looking down at the small hill below it. It was there that I saw him. My target, Aphmau's guard, Garroth. He stood beneath the tree seemingly waiting for someone. His blue and gold armor gleaming in the afternoon sunshine, little did he know that his death perched above him, a killer hidden in the bush, waiting to strike. I pulled my dagger out of it's sheath and clutched it in my hand, poised to stab him at any moment. I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to jump off the tree. Inhale, exhale. I leaped off the tree and onto him with surprising force, enough to bring him to the ground. Wrestled on the ground for a bit, he fought instinctively while being in a sort of glassy-eyed state the entire time. I got off of him and brought my dagger close to his neck, prepared to slit it open. No Scarlet, Zane wanted to keep them alive, remember. He stood in front of me seemingly in shock, his blue eyes wide with surprise and his mouth hanging slightly open. I made a move for his neck, trying to hit the nerve that would knock him out. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind. Whoever was doing that was pulling me away from Garroth, from my plans. I turned back on the person behind me and punched them in the gut. He was a maybe 40-year-old man with blue hair and eyes, and worry lines on his forehead. He had chainmail and iron armor with a red cape. There was another guard as well wearing an iron helm on his head and similar armor. They grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back so that I couldn't punch them. I swung my dagger around with what little movement I could muster in their hold, not caring if it cut one of them. I kicked at them not even bothering to aim, I tried to tackle them, all while trying to wriggle from their grasp. I was too late. They had me in their grasp, as I again and again tried to squirm out of their reach, but I would never admit defeat. Never.

Garroth's POV:

I started at the strange woman, both admiring her strange beauty and her fighting skills. Her aqua eyes gleamed with ferocity and her aqua to brown hair swayed wildly with her every movement as she was fighting the guards. She glanced back at me, looking to see that I was still in shock. Her red hood had fallen off her head and now moved freely as she tried to punch them. Eventually I came out of shock and started helping the guards as we walked her to Phoenix Drop's prison.