Whistle of Death

"Remove your mask." Tariq growled out, his voice hoarse and gravely from his meeting with the clan leaders no doubt.

"I refuse, Kvaltar. " I retorted, venom intertwining itself with my words.

I had come here with a single purpose: kill Tariq, the King of the People, and I would not leave without fulfilling that purpose.

"If you do not remove your mask I will have no problems removing your arms." He snarled and rested a hand on the hilt of his beloved sword, Ravir.

"Tch. If that is what his grace demands then so be it." I responded evenly, each word dripping with malice.

I slowly moved my hand to my face, sliding my fingers through the slits of the mask that covered most of my eyes and pulled.

Tariq's expression slowly morphed from murderous rage to confusion as he took in my facial features. He eyed the long jagged scar that carved its way from my right eyebrow, across my eye, and down my cheek.

"S-Samira?" He stuttered and backed away. "You're alive?"

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Tariq Rabec has risen to power three years after betraying the Savage King he once fought for. Cursed with the power of Death's Whistle, Tariq is capable of wiping out entire villages with one beautiful melody.

Samira Tybir, believed to be killed at the hands of the Savage King, seeks revenge for her murdered family and sets out to kill the man once known as the King's Taruk, or Right Hand, Tariq Rabec.

Samira sets out across the planet of Thetis with the need for revenge fueling her.

Will she succeed, or has fate set out an entirely different path for her to follow?