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A/N: I changed London to Levvena because when I first made this book I was literally seven. Enjoy!
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Ivy peered into a dark window, this was the house.
She unlatched the door with skilled expertise and climbed through silently. She scanned the room and found him asleep.
He's a murderer!
She heard Master Ronand's voice thunder in her head.
So are you.
Whispered another voice, her own. She shook her head and drew her dagger from its sheath glancing at his wife who lay with bruises and cuts all over her arms and a black eye. Wife beater. Suddenly she felt the pull of the kill, he deserved to die. She crept over to him, her black hood hiding her face, and slit his throat. He coughed once, a gargled horrified sound and then went still.
"You're welcome." She whispered to no one in particular and vanished out of the window.
Once out of the house, Ivy dropped down to the ground, her cloak sprawling around her, and met her companion with a grin. "Messy?" She inquired, raising a shapely dark eyebrow. Alex sighed dramatically and waved his hand about.
"Terrible, blood everywhere."
She rolled her eyes and walked with him along the Levvena alley way. The sky was starless and the moon hidden behind clouds. It was rather ominous. "Who'd you have?" Alex asked seriously, a shadow clouding his face.
"David Schwalzt. Some German representative or something, he was beating his wife." Ivy's expression was grave as she spoke
"I had a woman, Monica Roja. She was some Spanish woman and an innocent." Ivy sucked in a breath, a brief blur of a face flashed in her memory making her heart hurt.
"A test, I suppose." She spoke with a bitter chuckle. He nodded and looked down at her with tormented features.
"I don't belong here, Ivy." She stared up at him and sniffed, and then again.
"Is that . . . Smoke?" Alex's eyes widened and he shouted a warning to Ivy. In an arc she pulled out her sword Valkyrie, named after the long lost people of Myth, and spun around to face the attacker. Three men were coming at them with blunt swords and dangerous faces.
A building was blazing somewhere along Deen Street and the smoke was choking Ivy's sensitive lungs. Her body had never gotten used to the 'change in scenery' as Master Ronand so liked to call it, she had grown up with clean air and the fumes of London were more harsh on her than others.
Ivy cut them down like match sticks, they were pathetic really; yelling nonsense and such.
"Ivy come with us. Master wants you. Ivy come with us. You are the key to solving the puzzle."
After they were all lying dead on the ground, Ivy turned to Alex with wild eyes.
"Lunatics!" She proclaimed and pulled Alex away and towards the assassins' home. She needed to talk to her darling boss.
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When Embers Grow
Fantasy***READ THE FLOOD INSTEAD*** Ivy's never been normal. She always had something different about her, that's why she was hidden. Though she didn't know, there was a reason why her family was taken from her. It wasn't just assassin's working for the mo...
