In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Onyx's legs were ready to give up as she neared the gate. The long walk from Aysein had numbed her legs and she was thirsty beyond comprehension.
Her fingers were covered in blood, her cloak smelling of Trojan wine. In her hand, she carried a few books she had picked up, her other hand holding her sword close to her.
After decapitating King Ferdin, she had managed to steal a few books from his collection in the dining hall and dispose of his head in a nearby sewer grate along with his soldiers.
Onyx had not opened the books yet, instead waiting to be in the privacy of her hut before she attempted to learn anything about her past.
King Ferdin's blood stuck to her skin, a foul stench following her. Onyx's throat felt slick and parched from dehydration. She had finished the last bottle of Trojan wine after the king's head was dangling from a sewer grate but now desperately prayed for a glass of water or bread to reward the hunger in her stomach.
Sighing, Onyx sheathed her sword in its strap and ran her fingers through her hair as the brass gate came into view over the large dune.
But as Onyx neared the gate, she could instantly sense something was wrong. It wasn't because of the sudden halt of magic that flowed through her body every time she neared the gate but rather the small splatter of blood near a boulder.
The realization hit her and panic set in her body. Running over to the boulder, Onyx reached up, her nails digging into the hard surface as she pushed herself up to peek over the boulder.
Laying there in a pool of blood was a dead civilian, their body drained of blood. There were no marks, no abrasions but she knew the signature kill.
But no Venix.
She was gone.
Inhaling a deep breath, Onyx let go of the body and ran through the open gate, a blast of magic ripping through her body.
The tribe grounds were only lingering with a dozen awake souls, all dragging their tired bodies to either the bathing rooms or the dining hall. Still, Onyx ran to her friend's hut, the door of her residence already broken and hanging off its hinges.
Halting to a stop at her door, Onyx pushed the door open to find Venix's hut completely bare. Her bedsheets were neatly folded and her books were placed carefully on her shelf, a far cry from her usually disorganized room.
"Venix please tell me you are playing some sort of joke" the assassin whispered to herself, placing the books in her hands underneath the bed as she searched around. "Come out right now, you wicked witch."
"That's not the case, sweetheart." A familiar voice taunted from behind her and Onyx turned around to face Rheynoak and Lucien.
The anger, the pain, the misery all surged through her at once and she marched to the leaders. Without any words, she slapped Rheynoak. The impact was loud and the tribe leader stumbled a bit.
