Enclosure

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 : Time is ticking.

The time is coming, for me to fulfill my group's demand.

It is my destiny to assassinate the chief.
It is like I was born to do this, just like a soldier is born to fight.
It's him who has made all our lives a misery, by splitting the village into two regions, 'the poor' and 'the rich'. Well, that's what he'd call it.

Many decades ago, both regions were a whole village.

Nobody was mistreated due to their wealth. Each year, the people of the village would vote for a new leader as they thought being ruled and instructed would hold society together. Without a leader, they believed, the civilians would fight over land. Having predominant amounts of fertile land  in their region and leaving us nothing but infertile, damp soil to kill our crops in rather than plant.

Until one year, where a dictator was selected. His greed for money led to a protest of which he fabricated that all the lower class people living in the Northern region is taking up all the land for shelter where it can be used to grow more crops and earn his people a lot more money. He kicked those who were less wealthy as he believed that they were just eating up all of the village's money.

It was then, he came up with his malevolent plan to split the village and keep the wealthiest in the most handy region, where they could grow crops and develop their society. After many hours of vigorous work, they built a brick wall, preventing our people to confront others from the other region.

Of course, the other people, were left with nothing but infertile land.

This is when our ancestors built the thought of murdering the chief.

Each year, a young, intrepid being is nominated to step foot into the Northern region to attempt to assassinate him.

Sadly, after innumerable amounts of decades, not one has succeeded.

I, Abigail Hunter, is first female to be nominated.

I sat outside thinking about what would happen if I failed, everyone would be disappointed with Father and I's reputation.

A cold tear dripped down my face, when the flashback of Father's dead body hit me right in my emaciated face:

He sprinted past the guards and stabbed the knights, smashed a window and jumped inside. Sadly, as he painfully sat behind the throne, he was grabbed by the neck and was knocked unconscious. His skill was no match for the Chief.

Later that day, he was publicly executed, that is what mother said.

Nobody could save him.

Mother always told me to imagine 'that he was in a better place'.

"Abigail, you have 3 months to train" my mother reminded, again.

"I understand but, the thing is I'm not a master striker, I'm not as good as father was, besides I'm a female" I sighed.

"Don't underestimate yourself Abigail, and certainly do not underestimate women" mum chuckled as she sat beside me. "Look sweetie, you don't have to become a master striker to assassinate someone, you've just got to use that brain of yours that I have given you, well, God has given you". she added as she sipped her cup of tea.

"Well, I still want to become a master striker, It will make me feel special with all the Armour and knives" I said.

"You are already my special  daughter" mum said as she threw her arms out to hug me.

"We don't have any equipment for you to use however, there is training arenas in other villages, it will cost a lot of money you know" she said.