Heart of Silver

𝕊𝕚𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 (Part 1)

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing. At least, that's what Tylia would have thought if she wasn't walking down the windowless corridor to West's office. Her footsteps barely made a sound, other than the slight thump as her weighted boots collided with the ancient looking floor. The humid air was weighing down on her as she trudged along. Tylia always hated being called into his office. It wasn't the fact that she would be finding out who she was supposed to kill, it was more of the fact that West terrified her. For all of the physical training she had, West had doubled the mental training. He made them fear him, made the Enforcers cower when he was near. She was about to turn a corner, when she heard a meek voice call out to her.

"Tylia? Where are you going?" It was Opal. Her soft voice carried such passion for her friend.

"West called me in. I'm probably getting a new assignment." Tylia heard a sigh, and turned around to look at Opal. "I'll be back by Monday night, alright?" She hoped that Opal would accept that, and let her go so she wouldn't be later than she already was.

"You better be! I stayed up all night thinking about what I would teach you first!" the older girl exclaimed, her red eyes glowing with frustration. They did that sometimes, although Tylia couldn't ever figure out why. Whenever she asked about it, Opal simply shut down.

"Alright, calm down Kelpie. I won't miss your lesson." Tylia had taken to calling Opal 'Kelpie' due to the girl's ghostly complexion, and black hair. Her red eyes sealed the deal with that nickname.

"You know I hate it when you call me that." Tylia just shrugged and cracked her a small smile. Opal knew how much she hated getting sent on missions. It had been ten years, and she still had no taste for blood.

"Alright then nix." Nix, short for Phoenix, was Opal's name for Tylia, since they both were red. It was always one of Tylia's greatest insecurities, her auburn hair, no matter how many times Opal had complimented it. She groaned before responding back to her older friend.

"Really? You're going there?" Tylia said, sounding exasperated. "Whatever, I have to go talk to West." She rolled her eyes, showing that she was not excited to be doing this.

"You have fun with that." Opal mocked her. Tylia simply stuck her tongue out at her friend, and watched her disappear from sight. Once she was sure that her friend was nowhere near, she exhaled a long breath, willing herself to keep her breathing steady. It was stupid, how scared of West she was, but no matter what she told herself, it didn't ever calm her fears. She had been living in fear since she was nine, nine, and still hadn't let it show. That would mean she was weak, and West did not tolerate the weak.

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The door to his office opened with a creak, something he did on purpose so that he would always know if someone was entering. He watched the assassin slink into his office, like a hawk watching its prey. Only he knew that Tylia was not prey, no, not in the slightest.

"I was summoned?" She squeaked out, careful to not let her voice quiver. She was too smart for that, and she knew the consequences if she forgot.

"That you were, Ms. Myopic. I have a new problem for you to resolve." That's what he called these assignments of hers. "His name is Theo Gimat. You are to go to Kinston and take him out." West narrowed his eyes. "You have three days to finish the job. I will not be so lenient the next time you are late." This made Tylia's blood run cold.

"Yes sir. Thank you." She feigned gratitude, but in reality was unnerved with the murderous gleam in his eyes. She always was. Perhaps that was why he was so good at his job, because he intimidated everyone else into submission.

"You are dismissed," West said, motioning for her to leave. "You have until the end of the day to get packed, and then I expect you to be on your way." Tylia bowed slightly, and then raced out the door. She sped past all of the doors until she got to her quarters. There, she grabbed her travel bag out of her mahogany closet, and started packing. She threw in two pairs of clothes, some food, five bronze coins, fifteen silver coins, and seven gold coins. By the time she had gotten all the necessities packed, it was time to start her journey. Tylia was about to head out, when she remembered her sketchbook. It might seem dumb, but she didn't like leaving without it. The last time she had, West had found it. There was nothing left of her artwork by the time she came back. That was besides the point. She tucked that memory into the back of her mind, like she did with most things, and grabbed her pack. She hoisted it up and over her shoulder, and began to leave the Enforcers nest. As she strolled out of the stone house, she felt the sun warming her face. That was her favorite part of this job. Being free to go outside and feel the cool breeze caressing her face, the warm sun wrapping her in a tight hug. And best of all, she got to hear the birds lovely melody, singing her a farewell fit for kings. They probably wouldn't have done it if they knew where she was going, and why she was going there.

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WORD COUNT : 954

I hope you enjoyed the first part of this chapter! I will be posting most of them in 2-3 parts just because they are kind of long lol. Thanks for reading!