Prologue ; Confusing Past

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The ways of an assassin, are sharp, quiet, and precise. I still exhibit these traits myself even after retiring from those old ways.

Some of my past targets had praised me for being the embodiment of a true assassin. Though their cries were no less gruesome than the blood in which my blade bathed. They were all the same. Only one who withstood my grasp of murder. His name is Zilong. Zhao Zilong, my fellow disciple of the great dragon, my closest companion.

His reasons for letting me win aren't in my place to understand. Why did you do it, Zilong? What did you see in me?

Those countless rounds we fought over day and night. Why is it that you held your spear back from injuring my flesh while I used every ounce of my power to do so on yours? Was it pity?

I don't need your pity. I'd come there for vengeance for what you took from me. Then, that destined day six years ago when we fought for the right to become the successor to our master. Why did you let me win despite sharing that same dream as me? Are you really that selfless?

Or is it me who is selfish?

Our allies who you call friends are now living the lives they've dreamt of ever since the black dragon's attack. Simply, they are happy. Are you now the same as them? I can't help but worry about your well-being. I haven't seen nor heard of you since your great final, the peak of the war. You left all three of us to fight Yu Zhong one on one.

I used to find myself avoiding your gaze during our spars in our youthful years. If I hadn't, maybe then I'd know why you put down your spear.

As we grew up, my heart beat quicker when I'm with you. At first, I assumed it was caused by pent-up jealousy or the tension of our rivalry. But now, I don't know.

We're essentially friends and since the war we fought alongside each other had concluded, I'd thought the past rivalry we harbored had passed. That we were entering a new start as good friends. Yet my cheeks still only flush at your presence. Alas, I have concluded... That I don't know myself either.

~Ling

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