The Red Reaper

Prologue

I woke up lying on the floor, I would guess it's because of this hard mattress, but I've grown used to it. I got up and dusted off my skirt. I lived in poverty; I was poor, very poor. I was abandoned by my parents at a very young age and had been living with an old friend Cassim; his parents had died at a young age due to poor living conditions and being overworked. Cassim and I were nick-named the 'Robin Hood' of this village; we would go steal money and treasures from the kings and bring it back to the village. And one more thing, I have been here my entire life but not once was I named. I refused to get a name no matter how many times people told me to get one. Most people called me Vipera because of my fascination of snakes. Outside of this village people called me the Red Reaper; the one who was spoken only to be a legend and if anyone were to see her face they would be slaughtered, then eaten. The reason for my name was because of my long bright red hair. I was born with it and no matter how many years I waited it would never get darker; it would stay the bright red colour it has always been. And no matter how disgusting it may seem, I was a cannibal. Many people shun the Red Reaper for it. So, in my town I have a big bright red bandanna to cover up my hair, and if a piece shows it would blend in. Only Cassim knows who I truly am.

"CASSIM!!" I screamed through the small hallway,

"WHAT, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" He yelled back. "Idiot" I thought. He instantly knew what I meant and came clumsily walking towards me. He sat on my bed, back facing against me and scowled. "I don't understand why you need to tie my dreadlocks; I'm quite capable of doing it myself."

"We all know you can't even tie a knot, just stop moving." I replied, pulling at his hair to stop him from squirming. I started to re-tie his dreadlocks pulling on his hair every once in a while to annoy him. Once I finished I patted him on the shoulder and changed my clothes. I walked into the small room we call the kitchen, got out some bread, put butter on it and put it on the table for Cassim. He walked in here now in his proper clothes ready to go out for a mission. He wore a big brown cloak to cover up his body and a hoodie was attached to keep his face hidden. Under the cloak was a belt with a sword attached, meanwhile, I was wearing casual poor clothing; brown pants and a partially ripped white top. I had a black cloak with a hoodie and I was currently not wearing my bandanna so my bright red hair was fully exposed. I ate some bread sitting beside Cassim and easily finished before him. I walked over to the door grabbing my claw-like armour and put them over my fingers. Cassim and I walked out of the door turning heads our way. People started cheering while children ran up and gave us hugs. This village was small so everyone here knew each other. Cassim and I walked to the stables and went to the very back where our Mishnegrenés reside. Mishnegrenés are a special breed of horses. They are carnivorous, terrifying beings that make an ear wrenching screech to ward of predators. To tame Mishnegrenés you need to have an extremely strong heart and mind, as well as body because those things put up one hell of a fight. And they really do love meat; once my Mishnegrené bit someone's hand off. It wasn't a pretty sight but it definitely satisfied him. Mine has a silky black mane and is named Leomaris. He is very strong and quite stubborn but he listens. We walked to the far end of the stable where our Mishnegrenés were. Cassim and I lead our horse-like beings to the front of the stable and mounted them, being weary of nearby people. We trotted out of the village as night started to fall.

"I wonder how this mission will go.."

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