An assassin was someone who killed an important person - such importance was decided by the assassin herself, or by those who paid for her service. It was different than being a god’s assassin, as your job was proof for your loyalty to your deity, the divine. Rila served for Xesar, the God of Wrath, and obeyed His will through his priest, Kestari Fexar. She was His right hand of judgement, bringing death to those who deserved it.
Today, she was to kill Gael Xikara, a student who came to prominence because of his late attuning to the element, and the element he was attuned to itself - ice, the truest element of Serra, the Goddess of Revenge. He was among the top five students of the Quasar Magica Academy and would graduate today. Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to.
Rila stood among the guests consisting of parents and children. She could spot the Xikaras, a family of two parents and a small girl - Gael’s sister. Her chest tightened from imagining what would it feel like to see your son or brother killed in front of you and how it changed your life, but she took deep breaths quickly, calming herself. This feeling of sympathy was normal - it had to be there, but only to signify her humanity, before be cast away, since it hindered her from doing the right thing.
She didn’t know what wrong Gael had done to deserve the assassination, but a god’s assassin didn’t question, only obeyed. Her curiosity could kill her. As she watched Gael receiving his badge of honor on the stage in front of the standing crowd, she moved into the edge of the field, an area that was slightly deserted. The sun shone from above and through the leaves of the trees where she stood now. After glancing around to make sure no one was observing her, she whispered the spell.
‘Seresta erventa, firenzi or cornanza.’ Her dull place seemed to twist - threads of light appeared from nowhere, surrounding her, before they moved around her. ‘Seleste revana or denize es farar.’ They increased from dozens to hundreds, wrapping her like a cocoon, and when all she could see was light, it vanished. As if nothing had happened. But she knew. No one could see her now.
She held out her hand. ‘Firenzi arwe.’ A ball of fire emerged on it, then shaped itself into an arrow. A single, glowing one, its tip directed to Gael. Her assassinating process was simple; her targets simply weren’t aware - and even if they did, it would be too late. She stared at Gael, a tall young man wearing a serious expression. She leaned towards the floating arrow, and whispered, ‘Lariza.’
Gael turned his head right at her. His eyes met hers.
The arrow flew. It passed through the crowd, but not in a straight fashion. Instead, it maneuvered whenever it was about to hit someone before it reached Gael. And when it did, aimed to strike his chest -
He shoved it away with his modified bow, attached to his wrist. Rila gasped. It couldn’t be. He might be aware of the arrow, but he couldn’t have blocked it. It was too fast - only she could follow its movement. Then how? She watched Gael as he mouthed something. To her.
Her eyes widened. He knew. But how? This was the first time someone evaded her deathly attack, and more, it was the first time someone knew an assassin was targeting. And he seemed to know where she was, could see her. Panic rushed into Rila’s head, scattering her thoughts. She closed her eyes and shook her head, before opening them again. No. She wasn’t about to ruin her mission. She could handle this. If an attack from afar couldn’t work, then she had to confront him. She smiled. If she was dangerous from miles away, then she was lethal up close. It had been a while too long since her daggers met their victim.
She took out the smoke bombs from her cloth, a loose creamy garment. ‘Falles.’ The invisibility wall dropped. She ran through the crowds, throwing the bombs around her and triggering screams from the guests. The guards in charge launched themselves towards her, but their efforts to catch or attack her were useless. Any space with light was her playground.
‘Ignis elfancio multiplis,’ she whispered, and in an instance, a dozen of her appeared, running just like her. Their appearance stopped the guards before the guards moved again, trying to catch all of them. They didn’t manage to catch her with all the smoke and the duplicates, except for one. She moved around to his back and swiftly cut his throat with her dagger before she continued her pursuit on Gael.
In no time she arrived. The principal had flee. It was just Gael and another girl on the stage - the principal’s daughter - who seemed to have no one to usher her out of this danger. Rila smiled. She knew her. Ilami, the number one student of the Quasar Magica Academy. Ilami saw her and moved closer to Gael. Both of them watched her in silent, as if expecting her next move. Perfect.
‘Seresta erventa, firenzi or cornanza. Seleste revana or engar batallica.’ The threads of light appeared again, wrapping the three of them, before vanishing. And surrounding them was another place, a soiled ground near the waterfall. She had transported them to another place where no one would bother her assassination.
‘Stealth; invisible, controllable weapon; illusions; teleportation.’ Gael nodded. ‘The god’s assassin impresses.’ He moved a step forward. ‘But you can’t kill me. You’re a fake assassin, a pawn by despicable humans. I, on the other hand, is Serra’s priest.’
Rila laughed. ‘This is no time for jokes, boy. I’m here to kill, not to converse.’
With that, she launched herself towards them, daggers in her hand. ‘Firenze wheelis.’ A pair of fire wheels appeared on her shoulder. One appeared in her hand, which she threw to Gael. He dodge, and the wheel stuck on the ground. She smiled. In a blink, she was at the spot of the wheel and behind Gael, whose back she sliced with her dagger.
He screamed and ran forward, retreating from her. Ilami moved towards her, a fire sword in her hand. She threw a fire wheel, but this time, Ilami deflected it with her sword, directing it to a place far away. Ilami whispered something but Rila couldn’t read her mouth. The mere fact alarmed Rila and for a safety measure, she retreated a few steps away.
Hotness. She could feel it below her. She looked down, and seeing the smoking ground, knew. She looked back and cursed to the similar ground. She was forced to move forward as lava burst from behind her, catching her to be made a victim. She had to get away from this unknown spell and confronted Ilami.
As she skirted around Ilami and away from the bursting ground, she weighed her options. Engaging a fight with Gael seemed to guarantee her a victory, but put this girl with him, it seemed difficult to win. They were, after all, the top students of the top magic academy in the country.
She had to separate them.
A/N: And that’s it for the first part! Yup, the star symbol is perfect for a bloodthirsty story like this one. Also, the original idea of the story is to have Rila having a conversation with Gael because the latter was the main character of the short story this one is based one, plus he’s actually a priest of a deity, but later on you’d see more of Ilami instead of Gael. Also, girl fight is interesting! I’ve never made one, so this would be a challenge. I think. Unless there’s no difference between boy fight and girl fight. :p