With a sigh, Celaena stopped outside the monotonous building that lurked in the inner habitants of the city. Celaena eyed the rusted iron gate; the droning sounds of echoes from the crowd of adolescents pitched her ear drums. What exactly was she expected to learn here? The thoughts of animals in the wilderness circling their prey and going for an enticing kill, flesh being ripped apart and then at once being whole heartedly consumed played in her mind. Not a pleasant thought but that is what this school was- a biome for hungry territorial animals. Apart from that, she would however take liberty in absorbing all the painfully emotional tales that were enthralled in an apparent small library which dwarfed itself, into the yet painfully foreboding building. No-one would have ever imagined that Celaena Sardothien, the most notorious assassin would be to enter such a place, a place where there were to be people of her own age. Her own age. Not like she had come willingly, she was forced to coming here, and lest she would never forget that.
The villainous hero fought her nerve; she remained calm, this was only to conceal her identity. Celaena had seen the sight of a dozen fallen soldiers, the blood spilled on her account. This was a mere piece of dust to deal with. Celaena was a cruel person and she was not afraid.
She never had friends, and she didn’t expect to gain any here, besides she couldn’t trust anyone, especially girls. Girls with their own agendas were powerful. A woman would do anything to get what she wanted.
Celaena reminded herself that trust left consequences, scars that dug deep in her skull.
So as she dreadfully dragged the dreariness of her soul into the building, the weight of being the incognito killer of the night and now having to live the part of an ambitious new schoolgirl suddenly dawned on her. Celaena’s intentions were never to be around backstabbing vixens and lead such a grotesque---social life. She pitied the fools who had chosen to live such a pompous lifestyle--- no she was the city’s greatest assassin her life was never about the “glitz and glamour” of teenage memories but because of some fucking bastard she had to survive a few days in an arena of ‘puberty hellhole’ as she called it.
“Traitor” She murmured. The word permanently etched in her mind.
It all started six months ago, after her Sam had mysteriously vanished from the city, he was her partner in the crime--- he was the only person capable of deterring the insanity, the monster that caved inside of her.
Celaena was cunning. Gods she was cunning. The twilight spread across the sky. The darkness--- a sign of her wicked plan to find Sam. Fortunately the man that lay limp on the ground was unaware of her sinister motives. Byron Naithe was a good man, a good man with lots of bad stories. He knew of Celaena’s whereabouts, he knew to stay as far away as possible from her but you see Celaena knew that. Celaena knew that the minute he saw her, he would run, so she poisoned him. The poison was a gift, from a dear old friend.
Celaena had spent days watching him, always a step ahead.
When Byron went out with his friends one night, she waited patiently until they were too preoccupied as their throats moved up and down, chugging and drowning their drinks and shots of Beer and Vodka. Celaena then silently passed by and began to make idle conversation with the group, a mean of distraction. She grimaced at the crowded atmosphere, the smell of sweat was heavy and it made her want to pour her guts out, but all was well, she had managed to switch a glass of beer to her own personal alcoholic poison.
Within minutes, a smile draped upon her face, the poison had the effect she wanted. A nauseous Byron wandered outside into the deadly night. Byron pondered what had come over him, he had felt fine for all this time. Having a laugh and having good time with his friends, he was a lively soul but now, now he felt like a corpse. He felt the desire to have more oxygen, then his body could take in so he aimlessly wandered in the outside world, the cold air hit his face, but the pain still remained.
