The Nameless Queen

Presumed I Cared

The sand cracked beneath my feet and dust drenched my eyes. I hated walking. The long distance gave one time to reflect on one awful life decision, which for me was rather disturbing. So I focused my mind on creating a plan, and what I come up with was awful. Really truly awful. There were so many things that could go wrong, so many people who could recognise me or in this case not recognise me, but unfortunately it was the only plan I could come up with. And its long term effects would really screw up a few county's for a bit.

But I could feel it, it was coming. War. The quality of the air was shifting and the earth itself was waking. The world was ready for a war. A war that would rattle mountains. A war that would shatter moons. A war where people would die. But the world had become inpatient, it was tired of all this peace all this laughter all these babies. Our world was breed for war and although you could use a spear as a walking stick you can't change its nature.

Night started to eat at the land as desperate lights clung to the sheet of darkness, a horrible substitute for days eternal light. This is how the world will end I thought to myself. Our once blazing civilisation will be reduced to nothing more that a candle fighting to stay alive in a storm.

The echo of a lone owl sounded. I almost laughed at myself, this owl was all by itself and yet it still found something to laugh about. And here I was sitting by myself thinking about how the earth will slowly crumble and fade like a forgotten idea in the rubbish dump of time. Was an owl freedom such a wonderful thing even when on their own the joy of life was such a overflow feeling that it body couldn't contain its happy in oneself that and the only way to release it was to laugh.

I envied the owl, I envied its freedom, and its life. I envied its unknowingness of the world outside its bubble. But most of all I envied it ability to laugh. I couldn't remember the last time I had laughed. Not the psychotic laugh I do when i'm feeling poetic and have just been given a order to kill someone, but laugh because I simply couldn't contain to joy in my body.

I could make a dark shape flying out the mountain. The owl. I bet it could see the castle that I'd felt. The owl let out another scream, that echoed around the valley floor leaving its little ray of joy behind.

***

The tavern bar had the imploding smell of bad beer and sweating bodies that were too busy to notice the figure in the conner, drinking the bad ale. The people who did see me saw another lost, hooded traveler who wandered in for the night. Nobody saw the assassin who fingered a hidden dagger in a fidgety scene of awkward neverness.

"Can I get you something new love, or are you sticking with ale?" the barkeep polished a glass that seemed to be only for show.

"I'm fine, thanks." Just then a man wakes into the bar and the barkeeper quitely trots over the the stranger.the exchanged a few words before the man wandered off to a poker table. The man figure was covered mostly in the folds of his hood, but I could tell that this man was trained by the way he carried himself towards the game and sat down as fin he owned the place. I watched the game play out. The man seemed uncomfortable in a nervous kind of little kid way. His eyes scanned the room for constant signs of danger.

This stranger gave me a uneasy feeling as well, his body radited a glow of foulness and something that was close to death but didn't have it's smile. Hie unstill eyes snapped up and made direct eye contact with me. He held it for a few seconds before moving on.

I finished my ale and paid not liking where this was going. I stood up to leave but turned around and bumped straight into the man.

"I'm sorry," I muttered almost under my breath while trying not to gag of the flooded smell of alcohol that waffed off him. "I didn't see you there."

"That's ok beautiful, I was coming to talk to you anyway." Yeah cause that wasn't weird or anything. "Come on let me buy you a drink." Without waiting for a answer the man turned to the barkeeper and ordered two drinks.

"Than, you," I mumbled under my breath. I spasm of twitches racked my body as the stranger shamelessly run his hands down my thigh. It took all my self control to not cut off his hand right there and them.

"I bet you are quite pretty under that hood why don't you take it off and we can play a game. What do you say, it's called the two assassins are trying to kill each other with only their eyes." Damn how did he know who I was? I wasn't being careless about leaving a trail in any means but this was twice in the same month that I had been approached by strangers know who I was. Both where at a tavin.

"I'm sorry you must be mistaking me for someone who cares enough about your existence to engage in a conversation with you." I tried to play the silent threat off but this guy wasn't having it.

"That is a bit rude for someone as young as you. Why don't you say sorry and we make up and be friends?" I could smell his grin easing off his face. "What is your name anyway?" This man was getting in my nerves.

"Do you know why I like this beer so much?" I said changing the subject.

"Not even in the slightest darlin'?" The strange asked

I nodded at the beer keg, "because it doesn't ask nosie questions."

The prompt shut down in my voice was a clear indication that this conversation was done. I had had enough of this beer addict and his wandering hands.

"What do you really want, and why are you really here?" I voice turned threat lethal but to the amount that you could maybe talk your way out.

"I came her to kill you," the man replied with a voice that suggested we were just about to have a nice long chat about the weather.

"Ahh," the swagger returned to my voice. "You see we might have a problem there"

"And why is that, sweetheart?" This man was really starting to get on my nerves with his sweetalking.

"Because I didn't come here to die." my voice echoed a deadly song of the wind. "But when
I'm in the mood I'll let you know, I promise, okay, bye." The casual tone was differently helping in my mission to annoy him as well. I could see his trouble to keep from yelling starting to drag him down into his place of uncontrolled worship.