It was the dead of night near the village of Greenbloom no one was awake except a woman and a man talking in the forest near. "I want this man dead" the man draped in black said holding up a picture of a man with a scruffy beard and scar half way down his left cheek. "That's gonna cost you 100 diamonds" said the woman cloaked in a scarlet cloak, and black martial arts gear with the symbol of a white dragon on the back.
"Ugh fine here" the man said reluctantly handing over the diamonds.
"Don't fail." The man said sternly. "Don't worry." She said as she jumped from the ground to the top of the nearest tree. "I am The Nightwalker, the best assassin in the region." Her voice was calm and soothing, she had a mothers voice. But she was not kind and gentle like her voice would suggest. She was a vicious, cruel, assassin.
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Bold is me being annoying XD
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I wonder what's that guys deal. I've been studying this village for the past two days. Nightwalker's client had been a day late to their arrangement. She on the other hand had arrived a day early. Why does he want the barkeep dead? This will a tricky job since he never leaves the tavern. I'll wait till morning to do it for now I'll just set up camp over by that small clearing. Nightwalker jumped from tree to tree until she reached the clearing. Swiftly she jumped from the tree she was standing on to the ground. "And she sticks the landing." She whispers to herself. Nightwalker grabbed the tent materials from her small black backpack and built a small camouflaged tent so the guards from Greenbloom didn't see her. She put down her sleeping bag and went to sleep.
Nightwalker woke to the sound of cows and the rays of the sun in her face. "Yawn. I guess it's time to go to work"
Nightwalker got up and stealthy sprinted to the least guarded part of the wall and scaled it silently. That was easy.
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Walker Of The Night
FantasyThis is the story of a woman skilled in murder and stealth her name, well no one knows except her, no one has even seen her face and if they have they didn't live to tell the tale. This is her story. This story could not have been written without Ap...