TW// knives and detail of blood - there will most likely be a large amount of that in the rest of the book//
I have no idea of the time when we reach the village but everywhere is asleep, except that wretched pub. I scowl at it and lead the panting Peggy to the stables. I see no little girl, nor her father, so i leave Peggy in an empty stable, writing a scrawled note on their bookings notebook.
To Katerina,
Pegasus is yours. Look after her well. Sorry I couldnt stop to say hi, ill try visit.It seems today is a day of leaving my enclosure but also all the things i love along with it. I think it's why i didn't have the guts to leave, i kept convincing myself that one day, i would be free with the people i loved. Peggy snorts, and the horse i loved. Reluctantly, I shut her in.
I put some money down on top of my note while i steal some tack and another horse. Atel knows he's looking for an assassin on a dappled grey. If i left her behind, he would lose part of his trail. I would think about disguising myself later on. For now, i need to keep moving.
I had picked the sturdiest looking mount. No one will ever live up to Peggy, but dureability was a good start. The horse seemed friendly enough as i led it outside, nearly walking into a hunched over man. "Gonna give me something to apologise, sweetheart. A kiss will do."
Him... even sober he looks like a goblin, a toad, an ugly shrivelled up troll. I decided to ignore him. I have places to be. I walk past and use the mounting block to mount the hefty cob horse.
"You can ride me like you ride that horse." He just doesn't shut up. I continue to ignore him while i fix the saddle.
"You aren't even that good-looking anyway."
Well, now he's just lying. I turn the horse to face him.
"Ah, there you are, sweetheart. Give me a smile."
I do smile. I smile as the dagger hits his head. What a beautiful sight. I didn't have the time nor the energy to get off and retrieve the dagger. That's another nice dagger lost to poor excuses of men.I plan to go further West, though until I've removed my tracker, I go north. I just need to get a bit further away and give myself time to remove it. I suspect the lack of a chase currently is because Atel can follow me at his own leisure tracking my movements. I head deep into the woods, riding for around an hour before i decide on a clearing by a stream. I let the horse drink while i rummaged through my bag.
I pull out the papers I stole from Atel. Ethan and Lyssa's files are left, along with my note, in the tree that we attached a rope swing to a few years back. I passed it on the way to the village and decided it would be the safest place if they remember it exists. The rest of the papers I haven't had a chance to read yet, but i only plan on skim reading to see if they can help with my tracker problem. I really dont want to carve it out of my arm if i can avoid it.
I remove them from my bag, and something lands at my feet. A necklace? Very wierd for Atel to keep locked away. I hold it up towards the now rising sun. From the gold chain hangs dozens of little stars, each chainlink holding 2 or more. At the centre of the necklace hangs a sun set with a stone in the middle. The transparent stone glistens a rainbow, similar to what was on that random mans sword. It's beautiful. I place it round my neck, just for safekeeping, of course. It sits perfectly, the sun sitting just below my collar bone.
I instinctively fiddle with it while i look through the rest of the papers. Most of the pages are handwritten in Atel's lopsided handwriting (a brief scan tells me it has nothing to do with a tracker), a few missing posters for a young girl which I brush past and finally my file. Why it was kept locked away, i dont know. But the paper folder is near to bursting.
The horse (which i need to name) snorts, bringing me back to reality. It's pure luck that I haven't been caught yet. I need to hurry up, especially now that i need to perform a minor surgery on my own arm. I choose my sharpest dagger and lay out all the medical supplies i stole in front of me. Alcohol to clean (and maybe drink), a bandage to cover and balm that speeds up healing.
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The bringer of light and destruction
FantasyIn a land long since abandoned by the Fae. Their powers are just a whisper of a rumour. Theia hunts. The third assassin to be trained by Atel, the first to live through the training. Having no memory of her life before the age of 12, killing is all...