Leap Of Faith

Chapter 1

The knight in dull armor

Leah's POV.

It was a cold rainy day and it was my job to take out a sire (sigh-er) of the king that was believed to be kiddnaping, raping, and murdering girls my age.
Just the thought of it made me cringe.
I was just about to shoot an arrow into his heart when a man walked through the door, he had short light brown hair, green, eyes,and a slight stubble. From my point of view he looked to be about six feet something.
When he looked up at me with an intense green gaze, I think I noticed his eyes go darker a few shades. I could just feel my cheeks turn pink.
Something I'm going to have to learn how to control so handsome men like him can't figure out my secrets or know when I'm bluffing.
After the mysterious man hung up his black trenchcoat with a dark brown design, revealing a white silk dress shirt ,he sat on the chair facing the older man.
They started talking and what seemed like halfway through their conversation the mysterious male pulled out a small knife ,it had two blades ,one shorter than the other, the longer one looking to be around five inches , and stabbed him in the chest turning it six times before pulling it out and wiping it off on the older mans sheets smirking in satisfaction.
He put on his trenchcoat after sheathing his dagger like knife onto his torso.
He was "The Twister."
The only other assassin than me in the kingdom and so far I had more kills but just by a hair that is.
See to us assassins our kills are like tokens and whomever might acquire the most 'tokens' is more of a assassin than the rest.
A sad, desperate, pitiful game in witch I myself play.
But in the end were all human ,so it dosent really matter as long as your killing with a purpose.
Maybe.
I don't really know myself.

I hopped down out the tree that I was perched on and began running my heels not making the usual 'click,click' when I was being careless and not trying to be silent, witch I was acing at right now.
'Why run in heels?' You may ask.
I

t's to train to run faster, you see if I can run fast in heels when I'm in flats I'll be twice as fast. I usually wore my heels only for jobs and my brown leather boots for anything else.
When I got home to my small cottage in the woods the small piece of paper I sit in between the door and the door frame was gone.
I moved silently through the house looking for my intruder ,when I looked into my sleeping quarters 'The Twister' was in there going through my drawers and wardrobe looking for something.
"What are you doing?!" I asked raising and aiming my loaded bow at him.
Alarm crossed over his features before he cleared his face void of emotion saying, "Hey your that girl I saw earlier! Aren't you?"
"Depends you man whore." I deadpanned knowing his ways with women.
He sighed before slipping out my window. I knew better than to chase him ,for he was long gone into the shadows by now. Well I would be if I were him because I'm gonna cut off his man parts and glue them to his forehead making him a manicorn.
I smirked and started to get ready for bed. After I heated my water I let it cool some while I brushed my hair and teeth pulling out some bed clothes.
I striped from my day to day clothes throwing them near the washboard, and climbed into the tub not having to take off a corset like many other women.
After I had lathered some soap into my hair I washed my body letting that sit then I washed off all the suds ,getting out drying off and putting the washboard into the tub letting my body air dry as I wash my day to day clothes.
After I slipped on my bed clothes I got into bed blowing out the candle light slipping into a black ,dreamless sleep.