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Two assassins were set to kill a girl. No questions asked. Just kill her and claim their prize. That was their mission. Except one of them was not supposed to visit Volney, the land of the dead and the other fall in love with a girl and...
Sorry for the late update. I think this might be the only update for this week. I have loads upon my head to work on.
I hope this chapter might be a little bit mushy. Anyway, enjoy this. And yes, you will see Trystan's assassin's face in the first half of this chapter.
Kiss Under the Moonlight
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"You are not coming?" Naola asked for the fifth time. "Seriously? This is one of the most awaited events in Acracia. The art that will be put up here is worth watching till your eyes bleed."
He was laying in his bed and that artist was screaming her throat out at him in his room. Amara was standing in the corner and sniggering.
He opened his eyes lazily. "I am not coming. I am no artist. So there is no reason for me to be there."
"You don't have to be an artist to praise it, Trystan," she chided and pulled the blanket off him. "Come on!"
Amara stepped in. "Did you not say to Chavva that we are going to Ashakiya to attend the art fest. Now you are backing out?"
His heart squeezed at hearing that healer's name. If she came to know what he was doing, he knew she would be shattered. And he hated it; breaking other's trust.
Naola gave him a smile that announced she had an evil plan in her mind. He frowned at her smile.
She was about to say something but Amara held her hand up. "You go ahead, I will pull him out."
He gulped. As much as he was confident that he could kill them both by just resting on his bed, he knew their plan would make him walk out on his own.
Naola wriggled her eyebrows at her and went out. He promptly closed his eyes. If he saw Amara's eyes, he would relent.
He heard her sigh. "You know you cannot hide here forever. This is not only an art fest but also the Yule for one merchant. You have already missed the Yule in Rixihy, you don't want to miss here too."
His eyes flew open. He sat up, straightening his back. "Whose?"
"That I don't know." She sat on the corner of his bed. "But whoever cares if it the Yule? Everyone is allowed there. You know how important Yule is in Acracia especially. You need to come!"
He exactly knew how important it was. He also knew the legend, which most forgot behind it. To say the truth, those who knew about it, mourned it and celebrated it. Sesha was born on this day. After hearing to Chavva's story, he knew it was the day Sesha became one.
Not to mention, the Yule under the star, Arden that shone tonight, Eilain, the Guardian of Fate and Time died ten thousand years ago.
What was there to celebrate on a dark day? But they would never understand anything.
