"Mother, do you know when Father will be coming home?"
"He should be back any minute now, i'm sure of it, do you need something lovely?" My mother looked at me with nervousness which was strange for her, she was never nervous, she never showed any nervousness, fear, nothing. Nothing that would show weakness.
"No mother, just miss him dearly"
My father had been gone for almost a day, when he had left the day prior, he said he would be back in a couple of hours.. Father is never late...
"Me too my love, i'm sure he's okay.."
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We waited and waited, soon supper had come and he still wasn't home.
"Mother, where are you going?!" I asked rushed and worried, she was frantically running through the small cottage grabbing things and shoving them in a satchel, she walked over to the crumbling fireplace, I heard a small click and something move behind me. I was too frightened to turn around.
I did it anyways.
Behind me was a sword about a foot and a half long with jewels lining the handle
"M-Mom....What..What is that?!"
"Look, Belle..there's something you need to know about me and your father...."
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Killer
ActionNobody likes to hear about murderers, let alone something not many believe happens on the streets Assassin's It wasn't a He as many believed it to be It was a She. She had powers She was a killer And she enjoyed it
