The Druid Guardian

Chapter 13: The Confrontation

-Rachael's POV-

"Welcome, Crimson Rogue and Terra."

It's him. It's the bastard that made my life a living hell.

Even though I can see some gray hair, I can recognize that smile of his. It's the same damn sadistic smile that has haunted me for years!

Marcus Freemen, but that's not his actual name. It's just an alias because he's in hiding.

His real name was Theodore Stone. Out of all the slave-owning nobles, he's one of the most infamous.

Supposedly, Stone died due to a bandit raid. They had his body and everything to confirm his death.

Unfortunately, he didn't exactly die. He just faked his death.

Despite faking his death to get a new life, he still decided to own slaves. This sick bastard.

I could feel my blood boiling as I glared at the sick fiend. The only thing I could think about right now was killing him.

Killing him is what I've been waiting for, ever since I escaped his shop. My training with the tribe, hunting down Marcus's fellow nobles and taking out his men, it's all come down to this very moment.

I've waited years to get to this moment in my life. Now's my chance to take it!

I slowly pull out my dagger.

"Hey, cool it, Ninja Girl," The Forest Freak told me.

This guy can go to hell for all I care. I'm not wasting a second on this.

I continue to pull out my dagger.

"Seriously, chill out!" The Forest Guardian ordered me.

I continued to ignore him.

Once I had my dagger ready, I rushed at Theodore also known as Marcus.

When I rushed him, my blade was close to his neck. About a couple inches to be precise.

He didn't even notice that I was about to kill him. Not even the guards have seen me yet.

I'm so close. I'm by a hair thread to finishing what this bastard started.

As my blade continued to inch closer to Marcus's neck, I could feel an unbelievable wave of happiness engulfing me. It was enough to put a smile on my face.

That smile went away when my blade got knocked out of my hand. When I landed on the ground next to Marcus, the only thing I could this of was: "What the hell just happened?"

I was completely confused by what just happened. Also, where did my blade go?

I looked around for my blade and then found. The only problem was, it was in the hands of Marcus.

He started twirling the blade around his finger.

"My, My. I didn't expect you to attack me so earnestly. In fact, I'm sensing alot of . . . Hate from you."

Marcus was curious about my bloodlust for him. Then, that means he doesn't remember me.

It's a good thing Marcus forgot about me because it would be a hassle if he remembered. He'd use our history to his advantage.

Marcus continued to fiddle with my dagger. He then started to examine it.

"Interesting design on the blade. In fact, it looks familiar."

Marcus trailed his fingers along the carvings on the blade.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is Black Fang. A traditional weapon used by the Shadow Blade Tribe. Hell, even that outfit under that cloak was a Shadow Tribe Traditional Uniform."