"Tylia Wroling, what a nice surprise." A voice boomed from across the room. It took all of her willpower not to roll her eyes. West knew very well what Tylia was doing here. She, on the other hand, did not.
"Hello sir." she replied in a cool tone, knowing the consequences if she lost her temper. "Very nice indeed. If I may be so bold, may I know what I was called in here for?" Her faked manners made her sound like a sophisticated lady, when in reality she was anything but that. West had beaten that into her, and was appeased when she submitted to that training. He smirked at her, an evil gleam in his eye. Tylia felt a chill go down her spine, wretched and foreboding. Even though it had been several years, Tylia still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling she got each time she looked into those cobalt blue eyes. When she was younger, she had toyed with the idea that his eyes were such a dark color because he had been possessed by the devil himself. Tylia smiled to herself, at how naive she had once been as a child. No, West wasn't possessed by any demon. He was the demon himself. His brown hair reminded her of the darkest pits of Witlor.
"I think you know why you were called in here." Tylia kept staring at him, still unsure of how to respond.
"Is it because of my belated assassination of the target?" Her hands were clenched at her sides, and she was silently praying that West was in a good mood. She had messed up, and it almost cost her the kill. It wouldn't have been a pretty sight if that had happened. She had heard what the other assassins looked like after failing to end their catch.
"Why, yes, it is! I knew you weren't as dumb as the rest of them! Even if you have been knocked around a good deal more." West murmured the last part, but still purposefully said it loud enough for Tylia to hear. She had to restrain herself from retorting something back. "Well? Are you going to explain why you killed that Noble so late?"
"Well, West." She began, "That noble I was hired to kill happened to have another enemy. I had to deal with them before I could finish my mission. Excuse me if I made one wrong choice."
"What did you just say to me?" West implored, his accent hardening each of the consonants in that phrase. He stared her down, those eyes reaching into her soul.
"I meant that there was somebody else hired to kill him. I had to dispose of them before I could finish the job. By then, the Noble had already moved, and I had to make a quick change of plans."
As West put his feet up onto his desk, she wondered if that was the wrong thing to say.
"Hmmm. Well I guess I should have known better than to doubt my greatest asset. I guess I can turn a blind-eye to your mistake." Tylia bit the inside of her lip to keep from groaning at the horrible reference to her powers. She had the ability of transitory cecity, or temporary blindness. It allowed her to take away or warp the vision of others around her for a short amount of time. It was why she had become infamously known as 'The Myopic Killer'. Tylia was known for showing up and blinding those guarding her target. She would then kill them, and leave without a trace. No one knew who she really was, or what she looked like. It was her goal to keep it that way.
"Yeah, I guess so sir. I do know what I'm doing after all." West just stared at the young assassin, and waved his hand to dismiss her back to her chambers.
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As Tylia walked down the cold corridor, she felt relieved that she hadn't been chastised for being late on her assignment. The echoing of her footsteps down the dimly lit hallway were soon being mimicked by the assassin's friend, and her only one at that.
Before the assassin's friend was even in view, Tylia called out, "What are you doing here Opal?" She heard a groan and the footsteps soon receded into nothing. She turned around to see her ghostly friend leaned up against the wall, arms folded across her chest.
"Dang it. I guess nothing gets past you, huh Tyl?"
"I've been doing this for less time than you. I think it's more because of your lack of skill." That earned her an offended huff. "Oh get over yourself." Tylia said, trying not to laugh as Opal flew off the wall, and failed at tackling her. She fell to the cold floor with a thud. Tylia stared at her for a while, watching the older girl pout. She eventually decided to help her up.
"You could have helped quicker ya' know." Opal complained.
"Oh I know, but where's the fun in that?" Tylia giggled. It was weird for an assassin in such an unfortunate situation to be laughing, but here she was, giggling like an eight-year-old. Not that Tylia would know. She had been in the Enforcer's nest since she was nine, and was preparing to be sold since age six.
"Hey um, Tylia?" Opal began to ask. "Did- Did West do anything to you for being late on your job?" It always warmed Tylia's heart to know that even in a trashy place like this, Opal would care about someone other than herself.
"No, he didn't do anything." Tylia reassured her.
"Honestly?" Tylia simply nodded to affirm her answer. "That's a relief. I thought he was going to flay you alive or something." Opal's tone was lighthearted, but Tylia could always tell when she was faking. It was one of Opal's greatest downfalls as an assassin. Honestly, Tylia couldn't understand why West had chosen to make her into an assassin, when The Enforcers were always looking for more healers. None of them were able to stomach the injuries that the assassins kept coming in with.
"Opal," Tylia began. "I promise I'm fine, and you need to stop worrying about me. I can handle myself, you know." Opal tried to smile at that, but it didn't ever reach her eyes. "How about this. If you stop worrying about me, I'll come learn about healing poultices with you once a week." The way that Opal's eyes lit up at that confirmed that Tylia had struck a deal.
"Alright. How 'bout this? Every Monday night, you come down to the herbary, and I teach you some of the simple but effective tonics." Her accent flared up, reminding Tylia once again that Opal wasn't from Aralea, but Lemint. Her parents had been murdered in front of Opal, simply because they were nobles standing in the way of the city of Phalim taking over.
"Alright, deal."
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Heart of Silver
FantasyTylia is an assassin, and she has been ever since she was 9. She is known by the 'Lionhearts' as the Myopic Killer, due to her power. (Causing temporary blindness) Her enemy, Camden, meets her in real life, but doesn't know it. He eventually figures...
