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Chapter 6 Kyros

 "Do you at least have anything planned yet?" Skye asked as I paced the room. For the last week it had been the same routine. Pace. Half listen to questions. No answer.

"No!" I had even lost day and night in this past week. "How would I? The," my voice lowered dramatically, "royal family". To say I was panicking was an understatement. "How does one even start to plan killing them. You'd have to be going- no you would have to be insane to even think of that."

"Then why are you taking the job?" Kai asked.

"Thirty Xloye. That's why."

No more explanation was needed. That much was enough for even the lowest beggar to gain higher status.

"Well then." Kai was just as surprised as I was at the price. No matter how crazy the risk. This job was needed. "Re...like are you actually going to do it.. "

"I have to make a move. And soon at that. I just," the danger, for either of them, was too much at times, "I don't know how." That implied to so much more than just this job. Both of the twins looked up to me, asking me blindly to take care of them. I was bullshitting my way through and it was catching up to me, quickly. If this went wrong, my neck would not be the only one on the line.

"Attack." Kia whispered. ""Do it for us."

Even as young as he was, I could tell, in his words, his voice, just how much this affected him, affected both of them them. At eleven they were helping plot to overthrow a kingdom instead of worrying about how to spend their free time. Both worried more over me than I over them. It had to change.

Skye was quite, abnormally so. It scared me to think that this could be too much, even for her

"For us." she whispered.

The market was usually closed on the last day of the month, yet the stalls all overflowed with customers coming in and out to bid and sell. All were preparing for the greatest party in the kingdom, a royal marriage. The bonding of two houses. The drunkard's high time.

The last wedding in the state was that of the king and his wife. The whole nation was hungover the next night. Yet that was before the wave. People just drank and sang. No one died. No one was sick. The castle welcomed all. This year, no one expected the king to open his doors. No one wanted him to.

The king had been standoffish for years now, and no one could tell why. So the marriage was still skeptical in the minds of commoners.

Yet as if no one minded the hesitation, the streets filled with men and women, all middle class, shopping for dresses and suits, all secretly hoping to be invited in to meet the king and his family. The lessers were behind stalls, all trying to get the most from wealthier people. I knew Skye would be here soon. She always tried to populate the market on days like these. Taking from the more fortunate.

It was strange though. Under all the commotion of people ecstatically celebrating, there were members of darkness. Rumors of evil. Whispers of doubt. Every now and again someone would curse the king under his breath. Wish for the king to meet a bad ending. All these people, those who were so loyal to the crown, yet stood around mumbling of their misfortune.

The guards stood off to the side. Watching but not hearing. Controlling, yet never interfering. They never stepped out of there stance. Not if someone stole or if that person was caught and beat for there crime. These men kept to where they were defending the crown and its glory.

It was an impossible task for me to even think I could kill the royal family, yet here I was, and, on that lonely mountain, there they were. I was simply a man, told to slay a god.