The Assassin

Betrayal

"Excuse me, little miss, but I am looking for Caraliope, I had sent for him by a young lad, about your age." Said the general when I reached his chambers, he was clearly confused; we had never met in person, hence him thinking I was male.

"I am Caraliope," I replied. He merely glared back whilst speaking.

"Listen here, and listen good, girly, Caraliope is an assassin, a well known one at that, and as you may know assassins are male. Caraliope is one of the best, I will speak to him and only him."

"Excuse me, but as you may know," I spoke very slowly, as if to a young child "The assassins have one female in their midst, and her name is Caraliope, and I am 'one of the best'." quoting him on my last few words.

I looked directly into his eyes, which were baffled yet full of curiosity.

"Well if you are who you say you are then I need you to prove it to me," he said and with that grabbed the glowing fire poker and aimed for my chest, attempting to stab me.

I didn't cry out in alarm, I simply stepped baclwards and tore my sword from its scabbard on my back, it was a thin, obsidian blade, made of the strongest metals and dipped in the most toxic of poisons, which would cause a slow painfull death.

"Drop the stick," I said, circling him.

"Ha ha!" he was his sarcastic remark.

"ok so what you can wave a pointy metal blade around, doesnt make you a killer." he spoke quickly.

"It doesn't." I said blocking and parrying different blows from his 'weapon' "but this does." and with that I made an incision on my wrist, letting my blood flow freely; running down onto my hand. The reason I did this was because assassins, aside from being highly trained killers have a different blood to humans, it is thicker and a darker shade, almost black. It is this blood that ran through my fathers veins, as he was bruttally tortured by the bravado, and my mothers as she was stabbed through the heart, with a sword of betrayal. My uncles sword.

We continued to spar for what seemed like an age, but I didn't tire, where as my opponent weakened until eventualy, he doubled over, gasping for breath.

"Alright! Alright, I believe you, you are who you say you are..." his voice trailed off and I could sense something in the way he spoke that told me it wasn't over but I let it pass.

I slowly put my guard down, letting myself relax, before he suddenly lunged at me, attempting to grab my throat, as I threw my hand out, on instinct, gripping his instead; before throwing him to the ground.

"Just because you fight for the same cause, General, does not make you immortal to me." I spat "Believe me another move like that and I will personally see to it that your eyes are ripped out from their sockets so you can see me tear your carcass open!" I shouted the last bit, drawing attention to us by a servant.

"Excuse me ma'am," she spoke timidly

"What is it?" I snapped

"It's Drüe miss. He's here." .