After that sudden interruption the journey continued with a dead calm, as if the worst as yet to happend.
My abductor was always vigilant and with the corner of his eye he watched my movements.
Maybe he thought that I would have run away, but now I was alone, he had killed my parents and moreover I couldn't reconize the vegetation around me.
It seemed familiar to the Western side of Ionia, but the gnarled trees and shrubs have with unsual shape made me doubt.
Then I saw it.
One of the most pittorosque mansions I ever saw in my entire life, surrounded by all his extent by a natural lake and not far from an evergreen forest.
Jhin laughed watching my delighted reaction to that place, and he shaked his head sightly.
"That is the Khada's Residence, our home Jinko".
I was wordless when I heard his words, I never thought a cold-blooded assassin such sa him could have a spectacular home.
The caravan made us get down, closely to the doors of that huge iron gate, which reported the faded letters of the word "KHADA".
"It's thirty-nine coin for the crossing".
Jhin handed a bags full of coin to the caravan that gave it a quick glance immediately drove off.
Me and my kidnapper looked at each other in the eyes for a few seconds, waiting if one of us would do the first move.
Then he with a slight bow opened the heavy mass of iron now covered by creepers and urged me to enter.
It looked like the time itself was frozen.
The narrow street who led to the house was bordered with a huge garden, where bushes of scarlet roses animated the atmosphere, they were placed at the foot of weeping willows, like they were there to commemorate something or someone.
"Jinko, you must know that the emblem of the Khada's family has always been decorated by roses, now it is a trademark".
"Roses? I never thought that heartless mercenaries loved something so delicate".
He shook his head, just like before during the travel.
"Our family had a dojo half century ago".
He began to tell me, with a pedantic tone.
"Our style has always been a mixture of chaos and harmony, we have always tried to adapt to the people exepctations who prefferred create rather than destroy everything, so one day our style was set aside to make room for a man who juggled a green sword in a ambiguous way...".
As soon as he began to speak of the wuju swordman his expression changed drastically, as his mind was drawing painful memories.
"But let's talk about you Jinko, what that merchant that kept well guarded in their house thought you?".
He asked while looking at me.
"Nothing that interst you".
"In fact business is something hateful, I will reformulate the question, what you have learned in these years?".
I snorted.
Why he always have to be right? Why he does look like me even more?
"I learned many things, but the thing I know better is singing".
He seemed immediately interest in the conversation, he poined to a platform that overlooked the lake.
"Than you can practice there, is told that only two women in the hierarchy were able to enchant with their melodic voice, your great aunt Ofelia and my mother, Miya".
To my great amazement he seemed to trust me, centantly I wouldn't be able to escape from this situation, but more information I know, more my curiosity grown.
I began to ask more question, more and more personal about him, to immerse myself in a world I longed for.
As soon as this though grew up I became flushed.
I was realy thinking of being his daughter?
What nosense!
Evening came after only few hours, so Jhin decied to borrow me one of the guest romm still funtional.
According to him my room wasn't prepared yet, that it lacked a charateristic poetic touch.
He led me in to the room and closed it carefully.
In that moment the bed was surely welcoming, but before a sound asleep night, I wanted to give myself a warm bath, just so i can enjoy a little luxury.
I lit the candle and walked in to a small door at the side of the room, painted with a chess theme like the entire room.
What I saw cheered me.
A huge bathtube towerd some white ivory sanitary.
I sighed in relief and put my candle at the side of the tub, turning the tap knob to the red line bar.
In a istant a hot water river spewed from it, filling up what seemed more a pool than a bath.
When I undress myself I looked in to the mirror.
I was always the girl the was abducted by a madman obsessed by the number four and sure to be my father.
Pale skin, slender body;
White hair with cream shades, so long that they touch my butt;
Amber eyes, tending to gold that seemed glowing when stuck by moonlight.
Nothing was out of place.
But something fretted me more than my apparence.
I have shot two man whitout even a moment of hesitation, thanks to a gun that mimicked Jhin's and something that I haven't reconize yet.
What did I become?
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The Daughter Of The Virtuoso - |A League of Legends FanFiction|
Fanfiction"Who are you to tell me how I should behave? How should I act and all that beautiful things of an Ionian girl! Nothing, here you are NOTHING!" I roared against the woman, who was unable at the same time to stop me, I was a raging river, I wanted to...
