The blood ran down her black slender gloves .It trickled down her leather armed wrists as she held her blood stained sword.Not just any sword,a sword that had experienced memories that haunted yet calmed her troubled mind through endless nights .The blood continued to flow , running until it slowly fell off her forever blood stained dirty hands that could never be fully clean again.
The dark night sky shuddered with its silver glow as the celestial crescent blood luminated the quietude of midnight , hanging low in the silent yet deadly sky wall watching aimlessly . Tonight would be the last she thought.The last time she see the pain in the victims eyes as they were mercilessly slaughtered without a seconds thought in a cruel cold blood.The last time she would hear the cries of terror as an arrow or sword pierced through someone's chest,the empty expression on their faces as their eyes rolled back and the body grew cold, just waiting to rot lifelessly.The last she swore.
Then she ascended unto a sturdy saddle successfully mounting on her beloved companion horse.With a physical cue the horse ran leaving the body to the wonders of night.
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The assassin
Teen FictionA 18 year old girl female Assassin trying to leave a dangerous sect.Along the way she meets hardships and lifelong friends. Will ever escape? Will she ever embrace freedom? Read this short story to find out more.....
