The Crusader

Beginning

{ 5 Years Earlier }

Vaulting out of the loft, I took him down with my momentum before he could even react. He lost his balance, and I pulled out my knife, resting on his perspiring skin.

"Hello, love."

His eyes widened in shock for a moment, until I pulled my hood off.

"Sarai," He whispered. "You won't kill me." He smirked up at me, trying to ignore my knife against his throat. I stared down at him, the blade quivering as it pierced into his skin. I noticed the flickers of fear, or humanity, in his pale, ice blue eyes. "Only one problem, Geoffrey." I shifted, choking on the words."I might."

I left Warwickshire that night, with a new dagger secured beneath my wraps.

That was the first. Seven more, my purse becoming well-lined with the years, and each new task. Tales were being told in all the taverns: funny things, with no sense to them.

I would only laugh, and move along. They would never find me.

Another merchant. A brave "knight". Both spending their last moments sobbing, with pitifully wet cheeks that grew cold as I drifted back into the shadows I came from.

Each one had done his crime. Each one would pay.