Princess of Death

Rhae darted through alleyways, making her way upstairs between two houses. Soon she reached the open air, a small hill with one Akiara tree. The tree held golden Akihyra, translating to ‘Sun fruit’, forever in abundance no matter how many were taken. An Anera bush, ‘Sin flower’, grew from the base of the tree circling around it. Rhaenyx inspected the tree, recalling their names and translations from her lessons. When training to be an assassin, you are taught the ancient language so that you can pass messages onto other members of the guild without comprehension from any interception. She walked over to the tree, stretched up, and plucked one ripe Akihyra from the tree. She bit into the fruit, a calm feeling washing over her body. The fruit acted like an anaesthetic for the wound, pushing away all pain. Rhae leant down, ripped the wood from her leg and watch the fruit work its magic. It stitched the muscle together, like threads pulling th

Rhae was hauled to her feet and dragged up rotten wooden stairs to the top floor of the guild house. They came to a metal door, covered in rust. The roof leaked water as if a storm had rolled in. Rhae heard the thunderclap overhead, realising that Icran went out in the storm. A rogue soldier stepped forwards and pulled out a key, unlocking the iron door. Before Rhae could ponder Icran for long, she was dragged into the room, awoken by the door slamming behind her. She slowly stood up, staring at the rope that tied her fists together. She walked around the room, examining every object, looking for a way to cut the rope. A metal bed lay in the far corner, with only a dirty mattress sitting on top. A small pot sat in another corner, likely a chamber pot. Rhae had only one blanket to keep her warm on her bed. The windows were barred, yet there was no glass to prevent the wind and rain from surging into the room. The walls around the windows were growing mould, and a small puddle sat bel

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

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

The gloomy and old air wafted into her lungs, filling her with despair. Aynyra pulled a torch off the wall and lit it with a few matches that lay beside the holder. Silently she crept down the stone pathways until she came to a chest hidden in a dark corner. Aynyra placed the torch on its holster and opened the chest. She took off her dress and placed it in the chest, along with another dress she has sitting there. Quickly, she changed into her street clothes and opened another compartment in the chest. Inside lay a leather belt, which she strapped around her hips. Beneath it was two curved daggers that were then tucked safely into the belt. Aynyra closed the lid of the chest and pulled the torch off the wall, continuing to glide down the halls swiftly. After walking for an hour and several turns, she came across a ladder leading up to a sewage lid. Aynyra dropped the torch into the water that trickled beside her, letting it glide down the tunnel. A trick she picked up from stalking