It was quiet on most days, with only the sounds of nature and its creatures surrounding the green scenery. Food I wanted I got through hunting and when the hunting wasn't good on the off days I would have to steal from nearby marketplaces or in worst cases just keep the hunger at bay.

Days passed into weeks and weeks passed into months. My actions that day did not go unnoticed, especially with my nack for going for another round. I just couldn't see all those actual barbarians kill my own people over something as pathetic as fear and hubris. It seemed that Druskelle loved to camp and reside in the areas I hunted on, so honestly it felt they were coming to me.

They were just unlucky to meet the sharp side of my blade.

After a while I got a certain reputation, The Silent Killer, or as the Shu say.

Kira.

They may have got that inspiration after all the murdering I did in my spare time, but it wasn't like they didn't deserved it. Other ones, from my kind, thought of me as their savior, a hero masked in silence, saving their own when their own couldn't save them. Nobody knew how I did what I did, one minute I was there and the next all the perpetrators were dead.

In the local markets, people talked. The Silent Killer strikes again, more slaughters in a matter of seconds, could this unknown being be Grisha or was it something more?

As my reputation got more popular and questions started to arise, the more people started to look for me. Destroying my quiet life, to one of hiding and running. I was a runaway.

I could not let them find me, could not let them test me, could not let them figure out what I was.

The woods weren't safe anymore, everywhere I went was being monitored for any signs of me. The second army and the crown needed to control this mysterious entity, or in most cases needed to make sure I was on their side. With their own territories surrounded by their enemies the more powerful ones of our kind the better.

My "fame" was getting too much, some even comparing me to their sankta, more powerful than the sun summoner they said, and yes they may have been correct but I wasn't going to take the responsibility for the people who hate others with my face, for people that I didn't know and especially not to be a mere pawn to the Darkling.

Especially not to him.

For time tells no tales, for it could not share it's secrets.

But time does not forget.

And they who are eternal

They who live forever

always remember.





















































































































































































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NOTE: I have not read the books, this story is purely based on the Netflix adaptation

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NOTE: I have not read the books, this story is purely based on the Netflix adaptation. It will go on till season one, and will only continue after the second season comes out. So this will be a shorter story!

For the ones that are waiting for a new chapter of Zephyros to come out don't worry I haven't forgotten about it, I was just busy with everything else in my life but I'm back and will soon post another one!

I hope you guys will like this one too, really exited for it! Ever since I binged the entire Shadow and Bone series lol. Anyways thank you all so much, and here it is CHRONOS.

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❝I see my red door, I must have it painted black❞

❝I see my red door, I must have it painted black❞

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