Sargon gazed out of the small window in his cell. The floor was damp and cold, the sound of guards just outside filled the many halls of the prison. Sitting down, he closed his eyes for just a moment but he quickly fell asleep.
Yasmine was all he could think of, her soft black hair and pale blue eyes. Her laugh made anyone smile and warmed him up instantly even during the coldest winter. Her kind nature and gentle spirit calmed him every time he thought of her. Sargon walked down the streets of Caelum he fiddled with a small round object in his pocket. He was nervous, he could barely stand it! Three long years of waiting and planning and it all lead up to this moment. Sargon took a sharp right and knocked on the door to Yasmine’s home, but as soon as he touched the wooden door it swung open freely. Everything was turned over and a fresh blood trail led all around the small cottage.
Sargon ran franticly through the home searching for his beloved. He ran up the steps leading to her bed chambers opening the door his heart stopped and dropped down to his stomach. Sargon ran to Yasmine’s side cradling her lifeless body in his arms. Her soft blue dress was soaked in blood it was ripped in multiple places. He caressed her face lightly with his hand, kissing her forehead softly. He reached into his pocket and placed a simple silver band on her finger.
“Get up!” Sargon was yanked out of his sleep and up to his feet in seconds; the guards tied his hands together. One of the guards, a larger man stared at Sargon’s ring. It had two bands; the outer one was silver while the other a golden band encircled a peach colored stone that was just a little darker than Sargon’s eyes.
“That will be mine by the end of the day.” The muscular guard chuckled.
“What do you mean, by the end of the day? I still have a trial!”
The guards laughed, and pushed Sargon forward leading him down the tunnel. Sargon sighed, and focused. His eyes turned the same color as his ring.
A man hung from a noose in the courtyard his eyes wide open, one of the guards took a ring off of the dead man’s hand.
Sargon’s eyes returned to normal, and he looked around for any means of escape. But they were already standing by the noose. The crowd watched as the guard grabbed the noose, “Any last words thief?” the soldier asked smiling.
Sargon whistled loudly, the sound of hooves filled the courtyard as a large golden warhorse came up beside him. The guard did not have time to react; Sargon kicked him in the chest sending him to his knees, and leaped onto the stallion. Grabbing a dagger from a saddle bag he cut himself free.
“Sorry to ruin the party, but I just don’t look good dead.” Sargon said as the stallion galloped through the courtyard, jumping over carts and plowing through people. The guards were too far behind to catch him. Sargon laughed as he galloped into the forest.
~~~
“Do you mind I am flying here! Pigeons…” Saso was flying back to Natyre. So far he had run into three swallows and two pigeons.
Someday I will get the hang of this! Those birds always have to fly right in the way!
He remembered back to the day he had first received his ring.
Saso took the ring his father held out to him. Excited he ignored his father’s words of caution and slid the ring on his finger. Immediately he found himself air-born. He flew over the city unable to control where he was going. While trying to land he flew over the city walls and crashed to the ground.
“GET OFF!”
To Saso’s horror he found that he had crash landed right on top of lord Tearlach.
Shoving Saso off, Tearlach drew a curved dagger and held it to Saso’s throat. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I…I…flying, sir, I was just flying!”
He still remembered the look on Tearlach’s face. It was equal parts interest, and glee. Tearlach had let him live and offered him a job. At first it had been just carrying messages but that did not last long. After one mission went badly wrong Saso was forced to kill in self-defense, from that day on he became an assassin. He would have refused but Tearlach, expecting him to be less then agreeable, had Saso’s father brought to the castle.
Saso approached the tower where Tearlach waited for him.
~~~
Dalek waited patiently in the corner of the tavern he fiddled with his teal and gold ring, looking up he saw his target; he was one of Hajar’s general’s that had disobeyed his orders. The man walked into the spare room. Staggering from too much wine he almost fell over as he closed the door. Dalek waited a few more moments, seeing the owner of the tavern go to tend to a customer; he slipped into the extra room.
He slowly opened the door; the general was sitting on the bed his sword drawn.
“I had a feeling Hajar would send someone after me.” The man smiled, “I just did not think that he would send a boy to do a man’s job.”
Dalek glared at the man his eyes turning teal, the man’s eyes widened in fear. Ten Daleks stood in front of him; all of them had a small half smile.
All ten of them walked toward the terrified general. The man did not even get the chance to scream…
~~~
Daiki stood in the shadows waiting, anytime now the man he waited for would pass by. He reached into his pocket and slipped the ring on. Feeling its power he summoned the waiting black-green viper from his cloak. She hissed softly as she curled around his wrist. He heard footfalls and stepped casually from the shadows.
The man stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened in fear. “No…please! Not you! Why did he have to send you?”
“I will make it quick I promise.” The snake flew from Daiki’s hand as he tossed it toward the man. The snake hit its mark biting the man in the neck. Within seconds the man fell dead.
~~~
He walked down the many streets of Natyre; Addank pulled his hood over his face, thankful for the cover. He slid his hand inside his right pocket, the ring rubbed against his fingers. Addank slipped inside one of the numerous houses and slowly made his way into the bedroom. A man lay sleeping next to his wife; Addank covered the man’s mouth and pulled him out of the house into the night air, he did not want his wife to watch her husband’s death.
The man looked up at Addank, “So this is how it ends, Karawan sends his great Addank to dispose of his retired captain?” He sighed and stared into Addank’s eyes, “Make it quick.”
Addank slipped his ring on and instantly his eyes turned yellow, they seemed to glow through the darkness that surrounded them. Addank entered the man’s mind, planting the one simple thought into the old captain’s head.
The captain fell to the ground; Addank slipped quietly into the back ally and made his way back to the inn.
~~~
Seiyr looked at Satish and smiled. “I have someone who is annoying me.”
“Not for long.” Seiyr looked pleased, Satish continued, “Who and where?”
Satish, after hearing Seiyr’s orders bowed once and then shifted into a suitable appearance for the job at hand.
~~~
Tala raced through the forest and in a matter of seconds he was in Natyre, Tearlach’s city. He stopped and grabbed an apple from a nearby closed fruit cart. Finishing his apple he sped off to the sheriff’s home, the sheriff woke with a start he jumped out of bed throwing his dagger at Tala.
Tala ran to the other side of the room and stood behind the sheriff and laughed. “Well that was pointless!”
The sheriff tried to fight back but Tala was too quick. Every time he passed by he cut deeper and deeper into the sheriff. In a matter of minutes he lay dead on the floor. Tala had cut off his head and was running into the forest to bury it, so that the sheriff could not come back…
~~~
Zilar walked through the ruins of Tremolor. Sankar’s pathetic excuse for a general was supposed to meet him here, yesterday. Being alone with his memories haunted Zilar. The screams of the, now dead, innocent people of his home town made him depressed.
The ring was so inviting. It was sitting in plain sight on his father’s work table. Zilar grabbed it and then quietly slipped from the house. He made his way out of the town to the edge of the river. He turned the intricate, multiple triangle sapphire, and silver ring in his hand. Holding the ring up he slid it onto his finger.
The ground shook so hard! The water in the river turned into waves, and the stones began rolling this way and that. Terrified Zilar pulled the ring from his finger but it was too late. As the ground stopped shaking Zilar heard the sound of people screaming. Every house and building in the town had fallen killing many including all of Zilar’s family.
The sound of hooves on rock brought Zilar back to the present.
It is about time!
Zilar stepped out onto what was left of a main street. On the road ahead of him were eleven horsemen. In the lead was Sankar’s general.
“You are late, very late.”
“I am a general! I do not follow your orders or your time frame.” The general snapped back.
Zilar eyes turned a very dark blue. “You failed.”
The general laughed. “So let me guess Sankar sent you to kill me. I have ten men with me you do not stand a chance.”
Zilar smiled and the horses began spooking at seemingly nothing. The general’s horse reared throwing his rider who began shaking violently.
The general’s men sat on their horses looking terrified as their leader died screaming.
“The rest of you can either report back to where you are supposed to be or you can join him.”
The men rapidly turned their horses and left.
~~~
Zyia crept quietly across Myrddin’s chambers, her heart pounded against her chest. So many times she had obeyed his orders, so many times she had looked up to him, but now she was going to kill him. It seemed like yesterday that her twin sister Zyla had been murdered, and now that she had found out that Myrddin had sent orders to have her sister killed…
She opened the flask at her side, her eyes turned a bright blue and the water flowed out of the bottle silently moving toward Myrddin. Zyia moved her hand slightly lower the water obeyed her every command. Just before it covered Myrddin’s nose and mouth, he quickly grabbed a serpent like blade from under his pillow and threw it at Zyia. She fell to the ground, her eyes returning to normal, the water splashed onto Myrddin’s bed. The blade had gone straight through her shoulder, blood oozed out.
Zyia leapt up quickly and jumped out of the window to her right, landing in a cart full of hay, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. Ten guards chased her through the streets, looking ahead she saw one of the cities many wells. She stopped and turned around to face the guards, smiling her eyes turned bright blue. One of the guards attacked but was too late, a massive wave of water crashed down on all of them. Zyia waited until they were no longer moving and pulled the water back into the well.
~~~
Achar stood by the city gate. He was looking for someone, the murder of his father. The only way to identify Satish would be by the chocolate and gold ring that the man wore.
Achar looked at everyone that passed through the gate. An older gentleman caught his attention. Something in the way the man moved was wrong. Achar stepped out in front of him. The man’s eyes were a brown color.
This could be him.
“Do you mind young man! It is quite rude to jump out at people.”
Achar reached forward and grabbed the man’s shirt collar; with his other hand he grabbed the man’s wrist. On his middle finger sat the chocolate and gold ring.
Achar’s eyes turned deep gold as he threw the man. Before the man hit the ground he shimmered briefly changing shape.
“What is wrong with you?” Satish growled coming to his feet.
City folk were staring strangely at the pair. Achar did not say a word, instead he strode toward Satish.
~~~
Sawyer silently followed Zyia; Myrddin had given him strict orders to dispose of her. He was glad for the cover of the forest, and his cloak. He watched as she attempted to pull the dagger from her shoulder, but she could not instead she let out a soft cry, and sat under one of the large ancient trees.
I can’t do this…she saved my life…
He remembered back years earlier when they had been sent to work with each other on a mission. He had been surrounded by twenty men and there was no way for him to escape, and he did not have time to reach for his ring. Zyia had drowned them all before they could harm him.
Sawyer stepped out into the open and walked over to Zyia, she opened her flask but there was no water left. He knelt down beside her and handed her his flask, and smiled reassuringly.
He grasped the hilt of the dagger, “This might hurt a bit.” Zyia looked away as he quickly pulled the crooked blade from her shoulder. She screamed briefly. Sawyer ripped a piece off of his black tunic and wrapped her wound up, stopping the bleeding.
“Thanks.” She said weakly as Sawyer helped her to her feet.
Dogs barked behind them, “We better leave before they get here.”
~~~
Ximon stat across the table waiting for a response from Sankar’s daughter.
“I had nothing to do with his escape.” Brei answered.
Ximon heard the lie in her voice and his eyes flickered crimson. “I wish you had not done that. He ordered me to kill you if you answered wrong.”
Brei grew pale. His own daughter! He is having me kill his own daughter!
Ximon was not comfortable with this. By his reasoning if Sankar would order his own kin killed then it was entirely too plausible that eventually Sankar would order his death as well. Sankar had had three generals in two months. No one stayed around long, and this worried Ximon.
Ximon looked down at the table making a choice that would he knew would change the course of his life forever. “Get out. Run and do not look back.”
The young woman did not hesitate; she stood and left the small tavern.
Ximon finished his drink, and then left as well. Standing in the night air he looked at Sankar’s fortress. Now what?
~~~
“It has been done, my lord.” Rience said smiling.
Hajar nodded in approval, “I have another assignment for you.” He smiled and walked towards her, his gray eyes seemed to reflect off hers.
“Tell me who and he will be no more.”
“His name is Dalek he has become useless to me.” Hajar looked down at her violet ring, he craved its power but it was not yet time. “Dalek is in a village just outside of the ruins of Tremolor.”
Rience nodded respectfully, her eyes turning violet she seemed to fade away; she walked out of the throne room and headed to the stables.
~~~
Asta stared at the ring in his hand. Its twisting gold edges rapped around the green gems. Sliding the ring on he took a deep breath, the trees around him shook softly letting their leaves fall.
Walking over to where a bay horse stood he mounted and kicked the horse into a canter. His thoughts beat in rhythm with the horses hooves.
I will go as far north as possible. Seiyr’s reach is only so far.
He had been an assassin for too long. He was done. He could not stand another scream, to haunt his dreams. Every time she sent him to kill someone he had cringed.
My life is not worth so many.
Seiyr had forced him into her service. Kill or be killed. He was sure that he was being followed. Seiyr was not going to let him go easy. He slowed his horse and called to the ground around him. A wall of impenetrable vines grew up blocking the path way.
That should slow them down.
~~~
Thwamp! Than opened his eyes, and saw an arrow protruding from his headboard. He leapt out of bed and grabbed his sword. Before he could do anything a bolt of bright white energy flew across the room hitting the would be assassin. Than turned around and saw Lavan standing on his balcony.
“I think a change of scenery would be good for your health. Have you considered a vacation?”
“Yes and I think now would be a good time to take one!” Than ran to the balcony. More energy shot from Lavan’s hands as he broke the balcony free from Karawan’s fortress.
“Hold on!”
~~~
Amaya watched as Saso landed on the top of Tearlach’s northern tower.
Saso walked toward her shaking his head. “Let me guess Tearlach is busy?”
“Always,” Her soft voice poured out. “I have some bad news.”
Saso got a bad feeling. “What?”
“Just stay calm okay?” her eyes turned silver.
Saso felt his mind calm but was not fooled by her ability. Stopping a few paces from her, he suddenly flew forward, taking hold of her hand he pulled her ring off. “I hate it when people mess with me. Now tell me what the news is.”
She glared at him. “You need to leave. Tearlach wants your head.”
“Come again? I completed his assignment just as he ordered.”
“He sent me to kill you, Saso. He is afraid you will turn on him.” She looked at him pleadingly. “You have been my friend for a long time, please go.”'
“He has my father Amaya. He knows I won’t cross him.” Saso said confidently.
Amaya dropped her eyes to the ground. “Your father hung himself this morning.”
Saso backed away from her. “No, no, no! This is your fault!” He said angrily.
“I had nothing to do with it!” Amaya said meeting his eyes. “Do you think I would have warned you if I had? He left this for you.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out small sheet of paper.
Saso took the note, his eyes turned fire orange. “Good bye Amaya.” He dropped her ring then flew.
“Good luck, my friend.” Amaya watched until he was out of sight. She stooped and picked up her ring. Sliding it onto her finger she walked back into the castle.
~~~
Merikh pushed his spotted mare forward; turning in his saddle he saw five of Myrddin’s men. He smiled and his eyes turned a deep shade of green. He pulled the mare to a halt and turned around, staring at the men. Five small needle like blades whizzed through the air hitting their marks.
Nice try Myrddin…I no longer serve you.
Merikh’s eyes returned to normal, as he galloped off into the forest. Free from Myrddin, free from following orders. He could finally leave this life and start over and live in peace.
~~~
The man screamed in agony, Tearlach wiped the blood from his hands on his tunic. It had been days since he had left this chamber. The man was proving difficult to break but it would not be long now.
“My lord?” a woman’s soft voice came from the door way.
Tearlach turned around, “Come in, come in, Amaya. What do you think?” He looked at the man chained to the cold stone table.
“I think it would be easier if you let me speak to him, my lord.” She answered glancing at the man.
Her eyes never showed her emotions making it difficult for Tearlach to gage what she was thinking. “Ah, but where would be the fun in that?” He turned around to organize the sharp sinister looking objects laid out on the shelf behind him. “Have you dealt with Saso?”
“Of course, my lord.”
His back was to her, so that he missed the telltale silver in her eyes.
)) Sargon gazed out of the small window in his cell. The floor was damp and cold, the sound of guards just outside filled the many halls of the prison. Sitting down he closed his eyes for just a moment but he quickly fell asleep.
It had two bands; the outer one was silver while the other a golden band encircled a peach colored stone that was just a little darker than Sargon’s eyes.
His eyes turned the same color as his ring.
Dalek waited patiently in the corner of the tavern
He walked down the many streets of Natyre;
sat the chocolate and gold ring.
“Just stay calm okay?” her eyes turned silver.
Yasmine was all he could think of, her soft black hair and pale blue eyes. Her laugh made anyone smile and warmed him up instantly even during the coldest winter. Her kind nature and gentle spirit calmed him every time he thought of her. Sargon walked down the streets of Caelum he fiddled with a small round object in his pocket. He was nervous, he could barely stand it! Three long years of waiting and planning and it all lead up to this moment. Sargon took a sharp right and knocked on the door to Yasmine’s home, but as soon as he touched the wooden door it swung open freely. Everything was turned over and a fresh blood trail led all around the small cottage.
Sargon ran franticly through the home searching for his beloved. He ran up the steps leading to her bed chambers opening the door his heart stopped and dropped down to his stomach. Sargon ran to Yasmine’s side cradling her lifeless body in his arms. Her soft blue dress was soaked in blood it was ripped in multiple places. He caressed her face lightly with his hand, kissing her forehead softly. He reached into his pocket and placed a simple silver band on her finger.
A man hung from a noose in the courtyard his eyes wide open, one of the guards took a ring off of the dead man’s hand.
“Sorry to ruin the party, but I just don’t look good dead.” Sargon said as the stallion galloped through the courtyard, jumping over carts and plowing through people.
Saso approached the tower where Tearlach waited for him.
he was one of Hajar’s general’s that had disobeyed his orders.
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