Chapter 5

Ten years later....

Sweat beaded on Terah's forehead. Blood and sweat mixed the air from where she stood. Her white t-shirt was now red from the blood of her enemies. Not her enemies but Sidapa. It turned out some gods were not on the man's side. Some of them were angry for whatever reason she could not fathom. The gods and their infinite grudges. No wonder they had so many wrinkles making them look like a thousand year old. 

After a few years of being an assassin, she also made a name for herself. She was known as his assassin. Nobody tries to mess with them. 

She really didn't care. For ten years, she had done everything Sidapa wanted. He trained her to become the warrior she was now. Yes. She became a weapon to him, a murderer, an assassin. And his errand girl. In return, he gave her cash to su