Take Note : It's All Different

40. No Mercy

When I was satisfied with my self imposed guard duties I moved myself to the spare bedroom. There I found a much more comfortable bed than the one I slept on in my own cottage. I immediately sat on it before turning my body to lie on my back.

My next kill was of Kyneton Maine. An old enemy. Or a childish hate. He was much much older than me. 10 or 11 years I believe. As I am sixteen now unless my birthday has passed there should be at least 11 years between us.

I remember him as the rude teenager always picking on the younger ones or making fun of us at whatever cost. I have never spoken to him nor have I ever looked him in the eye. I always diverted my eyes when he came into view.

But now he was my next target and I would -just as I said to The Assasin- relish in his death.

I stared at the ceiling and ran over the facts.

He was obviously a male aged 27 just as we had stated. He was in fact in this very village. Which was surprisingly comforting to here. It means I would not have to travel and find a new home for the nights I was away. Just as I had so many times.

Maxwell my last kill took place in Andal getting there, completing the kill, and coming back in four days was a hard task and that's exactly why I have tried to perfect shadow travel.

Pan taught me. It was what he used and what he said I had the ability to do, which many others couldn't. I believe The Assassin might have even mentioned it saying that there were two people and a third who was a myth that could use this. Pan was that myth. At least that's how I see it now.

Basically I walk into a shadow think of where I want to go and keep walking. If you stop it's not as direct. There are no voices like in the fleur. There is nothing else in your mind except your destination so you can't afford to get it wrong.

So many time I have wished to use it to see my niece of nephew. 7 months was how far in she was when I saw her. But it had been at least 4 since I had seen Brianna. However it confused me thinking about it now.

The prophecy now haunted me.
Baby's cry as soon as they a born.
Shouldn't the King have been killed by me if it was to be me.
Or has one of my other brothers knocked up a girl too?
Why is everything so confusing?

I tried to block everything other than my task and target out of my head.

I had two weeks to find and dispose of Kyneton Maine. Two weeks to travel my current village. Easy. Two weeks. It was the most time I had ever been given. But I wanted his death over and done with properly. So I would take my time. Torment him perhaps. Who knows.

He's known for his robberies. So if I were to kill him on one of his robberies it would almost be like dying at your own trade. Isn't that the way most people want to die? I know for me if I am to die I would want it to be on my own terms. Even if it wasn't I would definitely tell myself that.

I fell asleep after comforting myself with that thought.

However when I awoke there was a weird feel to the cottage. It was no longer I didn't know. It was weird, unnatural. It felt different. I rose from bed immediately and found The Assassin. He was smiling wickedly.

"What now?" I looked at him expecting an amazing story.
"Magic has been released. The blessed ones have escaped. There is a feeling of unrest and safety amongst the villagers."
"I feel it too." He looked at me and pitied.

"There is no need for you to worry my dear. It can only mean bright things for people like us."
"Your house is hidden once more and?"
"The King has no weapons against anyone that the people don't already have themselves."
"Intelligent." Now no one had the upper hand in the bigger picture.