They say you shouldn't cry over spilt milk, but why do they cry over spilt poison.
I crept along the dark corridor towards the targets room. He was due to take his medicine in twenty minutes so I had a dead line. I stepped around the light patches from the dim torches as I went in case anyone was to see me. Rats scurried across my feet but it didn't matter,they weren't important. I checked to make sure I had my poison. The grandmasters words echoed through my mind. Get in, get out and make it look like an accident. If all else fails just stab him. My hands traced the handle of my dagger, my back up plan. I looked around the corner to see if their was anyone guarding the door. One guy, small and stout. He looked dwarven, he has a long red beard and think red dreadlocks. He was tossing a battle axe over in his hands. I pointed my ring finger down the long corridor.
"Salem froit" I whispered. A cold breeze left my finger tip and crawled down the corridor. As it met the dwarf he simply couldn't move. He has frozen completely. This would last for ten minutes, an even shorter deadline. I picked up my pace going down the corridor, my leather boots making a soft patting noise as I stepped.
The room was so large and so bright. In the dead center was an old oak bed. It has rot throughout and woodlice clinging to the post. A man of around sixty with old white hair was laid in the middle of the room. Asleep, it was like he was in a coma. The stone walls were covered in cabinets. One of which had its medicine. His medicine bottle has a frog vial stopper. I gently walked over to the first cabinet. I opened it slowly but the squeak just echoed even more. I heard the man toss in his sleep. I turned,hand on dagger just in case. He was still asleep. Inside the cupboard were various medicines and bloodied knives that sat on top of old newspapers. I moved on to the next one, this one was empty except for the large spider hanging in the top left hand corner of it. The next one was full of old paperwork mainly death certificates. I could not even start to think about what was going on in this place. I opened the next one, full of vials, some purple, some green. There was one which was a soft yellow that hissed as I rubbed my finger over it's surface. I kept looking through the cabinets only to come up short. Where was it I looked at the man in the center of the room. He was muttering in his sleep. As he turned his head I noticed a small tattoo under his left ear. It was of a snake, in a circle biting his tail with the letter X in the center. That's why I can't use magic. He was Luxven. The only race to be completely magic tolerant. A small dresser sat by his bed with a small door on the front. I carefully walked over to the table. I had only about five minutes til the dwarf defrosted. A stifled a laugh, he won't have realised a minute has passed. With a large protruding grin I began searching through the dresser. It was there, a soft blue vial with a frog stopper. The frog was sat on a lily pad with tongue outstretched as if it was trying to get something. In the eye of the frog a solid bright green emerald sat staring out into the distance.I emptied the contents of the vial into another and took the stopper. I pulled the top out of my vial of poison. As I did the smell of freshly cut grass mixed with with vanilla seeped out. Disguised to kill I put the frog stopped in and shut the door. I looked up to see the dwarf start to thaw out. Crap I thought. I looked around at my options I had to get out somehow. The sound of echoing feet make me move faster.A woman with long brown hair pushed back with a sapphire head band stood with the dwarf. She was a healer,and a good one at that. They were trying everything they could to keep him alive.
"Stardust?"The dwarf asked. His voice was husky and rough.
"Nay, angel song." She replied. A code. A simple hello isn't good enough anymore.
She walked into the room straight to his bed. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"Mr Frin. It is time to wake up." She said and bent down to go and get the vial. My hands were clinging to the bridge of the stones on the ceiling and my feet straight above the door. I had a perfect viewpoint. The man wearily opened his eyes and opened his mouth. She popped open the vial, the smell of vanilla and grass met my nostrils. She poured the poison into his mouth. A rich purple fluid came out. It fell with such elegance. She pushed his mouth closed so he had to swallow. Within seconds a soft gargling noise came out of him. He start to jerk about in the bed.
"The medicine has stopped working. I said this would happen. Dwarf help me!"She yelled. The dwarf ran in dropping his battle axe. It clattered with the floor making a horrid sound.
"Hold him down."She said as she ran over to the cabinets to try and find a counter vial. Good luck. You don't even know what you're looking for. When both of their backs were turned I slowly lowered myself down to the floor and stepped out of doorway. I quickly stepped down the corridor. As I reached the end of the corridor I had another look in the room. The woman was frantically pouring different coloured liquids into his mouth and the dwarf was holding him down. I ran down the remainder of the corridor and through the rest of the fort. The same locations repeated over and over. I opened the exit to the fort. Sunlight burst through the door.
"Escarpo asemin" I yelled. The field that surrounded me began to fade away. The fort was broken away bit by bit. Before long it was all gone and I was in the soft velvet lined room of the assassins guild, known to the rest of the worlds as the Knives.
