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Chapter 5
Kaia was locked in a basement, though the room was decorated beautifully, and fit for a noble, she needed to escape. Her head pounded, and sweat beaded on her forehead. She had to save Rhae from making a mistake, a mistake that would change her life. Being an assassin was warranted, but being a plain murderer, she would be hung for that. Kaia slammed her fist on the door screaming at the top of her lungs until her throat scratched and her head ached. She felt the blood rise in her throat as she hoarsely coughed up a few drops. She fell to the floor, heavily sobbing into her arms. All morning she could only hear Rhae’s screams. Kaia let herself get captured, she made a mistake and Rhae had to pay for it. She clutched her arms, clawing at her skin with her fingernails. Recalling the events of the day, she ripped the skin on her arms.
Kaia stepped out the back of the guild house to burn a herb, and inhale the smoke. She leaned against the walls of the house staring towards
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With a push from the woman next to her, she slowly stood and moved towards the stage. She stood on the opposite side of the stage to Icran, so he grabbed her arm and pulled her closed to him, not letting go of her forearm. “Kaia was originally a bartender for the Henla guild, now she works for us. She has minimal training, and will need a mentor for the next few days before we bring her into the plan. Yrae, you will train her. Both of you will meet in the 5th ring, east side for your training, we will have a guide to take you there through the tunnels, from there, you will have to remember. Five volunteers will guard them. We need two scouts, one sniper, and two melees. Meet me after to be chosen for the roles, otherwise, it’s house jobs for the rest of you.” With a flick of his wrist, men both left the room and raced to the front to ask for a position, pushing Kaia off the stage as they did. Icran immediately waved a few out of the room, as their faces turned sou
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“Where would you like to go now, Kaia?” The woman looked into her eyes, smiling wide. “We have permission to go anywhere you would like, except to Rhae’s room at this time. She is busy with Icran.” “So, I can see her soon?” Kaia’s face brightened. “When she returns from her scouting mission tonight, you may see her. As long as it’s before curfew.” The woman nodded, relaxing her posture. “What is your job anyway?” Kaia looked her up and down. Her armour was not that of a simple cleaning woman for the house or a mere bartender. “I am usually a warrior, one of Icran’s best, but for the next few days I am your guide. Though I have to watch you like a guard. Icran still doesn’t believe his hold on your loyalty. It still belongs to Rhae I presume. Though I doubt he won’t have his grasp on you for a long time, judging from the show you made today.” The woman grinned widely at her. “And you are not worried about my disloyalty?” Kaia’s body shook. How
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A man stood and screamed out her name, turning to all the others in the hall. He began to chug from his glass as others repeated her name and began to chug. The woman stepped forwards, raising a glass and stretching out another towards Kaia. “A welcome ceremony,” she said quietly, grinning wide. Kaia took the glass and sipped the thick, sweet liquid. “It’s not anymore toxic than it was originally. Don’t drink too much.” She drank from her glass once more. “I’m a bartender I think I can hold my liquor,” Kaia spoke sarcastically, dropping her arm. “You serve the drinks, not chug every one you pour.” The woman turned and walked towards an empty seat at the tables. Kaia followed, inspecting the glass, finally deciding to drink it. She chugged the glass as she walked, feeling the alcohol wash over her bones. She became relaxed and forgot the worries of standing in her enemy guild’s house. She sat quietly, staring at the food that lay before her. He
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Interrupting Rhae’s thoughts, the door clicked open, and Icran’s presence disappeared from her mind. A woman dressed in armour with bright red hair stepped through the door, grinning. Her green eyes lit up with pleasure as she bowed sarcastically. “My lady, doth thee wish to dress?” She chuckled dramatically and stood up, walking towards the closet. “Now what shall we wear for dinner today?” The woman’s spunk surprised Rhae, stopping her dead in her feet. An important thought hid from her, something she wanted to do but couldn’t remember. “We?” Rhae questioned. “Yes, ‘we’ will be attending the dinner tonight. What’s your favourite colour?” The woman stepped out of the closet, peering questionably. “Black.” The answer came easily to Rhae as though she had known this woman for a long time. “Hmm, not appropriate.” The woman scanned Rhae. “You still have bruising around your jaw so we will have to distract from that. You would look wonderful in navy blue
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