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They got to the assassins sanctuary in a short time. The house was huge and grand with Juliet balconies, a spiral staircase and even a chandelier. It was very Ronand, over the years Ivy seemed to notice his likings of fine things, and he earned a big profitable sum of money from his dealings. Ivy walked over to Tammy, they had never been close but Ivy respected the woman, they spoke to eachother with clipped, short sentences. Currently, she was sprawled across a lavish blue sofa with an erotic book. Ivy blinked at the name of the book but didn't pay much heed to it.
"Tammy, have you seen Master Ronand?" Tammy nodded distractedly and pointed towards a large oak door with steel hinges. Ivy made a small 'ah' noise and dashed across the spotless marble floor. She entered Ronand's study and walked across to him, Alex trailing behind her. Ronand was an extravagant man, rather dashing if you liked them clipped and perfect. Ivy was almost positive that he played for the other team.
"Ah, Ivy, I was just thinking about you. Wondered if you got caught or something nasty like that." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"When have I ever been caught?" He nodded slowly, looking amused and her genuine bafflement.
"Point taken. Now, what is it you want?" Ivy shared a look with Alex and told Ronand of the men and what they had been saying. He was silent through out the story and only pitched in with oh's and ah's.
Finally, he declared it as 'Lunatics! The lot of them!' Ivy blinked, bemused, that was exactly what she said.
"But, aren't you going to look into it?" He looked at her seriously and then barked out laughing.
"Come on, he's not going to help us." Alex said, pulling Ivy out of the door and shutting it behind him. Ivy stood staring at the door, her mind was all over the place. Who were those people? She looked up at Alex apologetically.
"I need some time to think." He nodded, understanding in his eyes.
Once she was out of the Sanctuary, she gulped down the polluted air not caring if it damaged her lungs. Ivy wandered the streets, thoughts crawling around her head like demons in a cage. She was walking down a long alley when she spotted something glinting on the floor.
Curiosity took the best of her and she kneeled down to see what it was. Her black cloak pooled around her as she examined the object, a watch. She frowned, why would an expensive looking watch be lying in a ditch? Maybe someone had lost it?
Something caught her ear and her head whipped around. Her stomach dropped. About six well-built men lined the alley and they were all walking towards her ominously.
She could take them, she was a well trained assassin, Ronand's favourite in fact. She started to doubt herself as they came closer, some of their ears were pointed. So they had some elf blood, great. Elf blood made the inheritor stronger than they should be and sometimes quicker. As they got closer she stood up and started backing away, they didn't look like the people who had attacked her that same night, they looked more with it.
She did what any smart woman would do when being approached by six men in a dark alley: she ran.
She was rather small for an assassin, when she first went on an assignment she had been teased for it. But that had all stopped when she had come back with the head of a prince. She may have not been very physically strong, but her quickness made up for it. This was the reason why she was rather concerned by the fact that the men were at her heels and coming closer and closer.
She darted through streets and under carriages and through people until she assumed she had lost them. She was satisfied by the fact that she had outran six grown men. She walked down a dusty alley and found herself at a dead end.
Something snapped behind her and she sighed. She turned around slowly and faced three of the men, all pointy ears.
"What do you want?" The men shared a look and then turned to her.
"Drop your sword." One of them said, a fair haired one with kind eyes. She sighed, throwing a hand on her hip as she could get quite sassy when the situation declared so.
"Why?"
His face hardened and she murmured that they were all idiots, fully aware that they could hear her. She unsheathed her sword and lowered it carefully to the floor and kicked it over to them. A tall man with dark brown hair and a solid build walked over to her, almost involuntarily, she noticed his laugh lines and the shape of his eyes. He looked just like, just like-
Just like your Pa.
She suddenly felt like throwing up, all the memories were flooding back, of her Mother, her mama. She hardly noticed when the man brought up something and injected her arm and then threw a black bag over her head. All she could see was her father's face as she slipped into darkness.
She really needed to get herself sorted out.
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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...
