Prologue
This was a night suitable for murders and black deeds. It was a dark moon day and lights around the world cast long shadows which suited the professional in the shadows very well. the shadow was non-descipt and could not be identified as any gender or any species it belonged to. Perfect for the deed. His thoughts were dark indeed tonight as the soon to be taken action was a dark deed. Death of newborn who was not yet born.
The shadow was an elderly male who was indeed a professional darkdeed messenger, the group of notorious assassins whose prices were almost equal to a kingdoms income. His heart was in turmoil. He was the eldest of the group,a lord stage expert in the crafts of poison and sword both. Their sage had already predicted his death if he went through with the task at hand. But they had to survive and this was a sure path for prosperity. The price was already half paid as is the norm.
"Waaa" a new born cry interrupted his thoughts. An brightness in the starts that had nothing to do with the stars exploded in the sky. The newborn was indeed powerful. As the figure in the Shadow observed, an aged elf went inside the birthing room in an hurry, Many terrible mage lights shown from the room and a signal flare was sent.
Now was the perfect time for the assassin to strike. his clanmates would all rush at this situation but he held back not due to some training/doubt but due to instinct. His master before his darkdeed training had informed him to follow his instinct when possible. It was ingrained due to years of practice and it paid of today. The figure that came at the behest of the signal was the royal messenger himself who had trained with the divines responsible for the devastating war that caused half the continents experts involved in the domination fights to be dead.
The messenger looked to the sides as he walked towards the palace and slashed his hands. Brilliant while lights passed from his hands to the sides of the pillars and roofs. Shadows fell from the places where the lights stuck painting the white palace walls and green trees to red."So the rumors that the elf warrior was a practitioner of divine path is true thought the grandmaster" He was glad that his family had not participated in the hit. He had forbidden them as he did not want them to see his death but now he was sure that thier lives were spared because of the sages advice. Be it what may, sages were sages. He was glad that his family would have the support of a sage at this level.
The messenger left the palace in the same speed he came in leaving behind no witnesses except for the well hidden grand master. It was pure luck that he had survived.. but he would not for long. He armed himself and went inside the place before the messenger would be back from whatever task he went to because he had taken on an obligation and he should try his level best to complete it.
As soon as he entered the palace, he saw there were only 3 people here along with a little shadow behind them, probably the child. all were saint level experts. Even the midwife. He had no chance in a fight against them, but he was prepared. from the scabbard of his sword, he bought out his family heirloom, a ring of multicolor but that which shown bright yellow and red now as it suppressed the powers of his opponent. He unleashed his soul power killing himself and all the other living things in the vicinity. His job fulfilled, he took a last look at the artifact which turned colorless now leaving his family. the elderly elf may survive, but the babe was surely dead as it could not survive his family weapons as well as his soulfire.
In a remote village, there were multiple lights but none thought suspicious as it was the only home where people were awake. In the nearby palace, a figure exhaled and went back to his meditation.
In the royal palace of the elves an elf let out a triumphant smile at the flash of light though he hid it quickly from the court. The elven king waited anxiously for a good news that would never arrive now. Some of the courtiers all saints grimaced inwardly at the events that have taken place as they sensed through their links to the world itself.
Rest of the world slept peacefully today unaware of the significance of these events.
But in the distance unmeasured, a darkness stirrs hungrily..
The shadow was an elderly male who was indeed a professional darkdeed messenger, the group of notorious assassins whose prices were almost equal to a kingdoms income. His heart was in turmoil. He was the eldest of the group,a lord stage expert in the crafts of poison and sword both. Their sage had already predicted his death if he went through with the task at hand. But they had to survive and this was a sure path for prosperity. The price was already half paid as is the norm.
"Waaa" a new born cry interrupted his thoughts. An brightness in the starts that had nothing to do with the stars exploded in the sky. The newborn was indeed powerful. As the figure in the Shadow observed, an aged elf went inside the birthing room in an hurry, Many terrible mage lights shown from the room and a signal flare was sent.
Now was the perfect time for the assassin to strike. his clanmates would all rush at this situation but he held back not due to some training/doubt but due to instinct. His master before his darkdeed training had informed him to follow his instinct when possible. It was ingrained due to years of practice and it paid of today. The figure that came at the behest of the signal was the royal messenger himself who had trained with the divines responsible for the devastating war that caused half the continents experts involved in the domination fights to be dead.
The messenger looked to the sides as he walked towards the palace and slashed his hands. Brilliant while lights passed from his hands to the sides of the pillars and roofs. Shadows fell from the places where the lights stuck painting the white palace walls and green trees to red."So the rumors that the elf warrior was a practitioner of divine path is true thought the grandmaster" He was glad that his family had not participated in the hit. He had forbidden them as he did not want them to see his death but now he was sure that thier lives were spared because of the sages advice. Be it what may, sages were sages. He was glad that his family would have the support of a sage at this level.
The messenger left the palace in the same speed he came in leaving behind no witnesses except for the well hidden grand master. It was pure luck that he had survived.. but he would not for long. He armed himself and went inside the place before the messenger would be back from whatever task he went to because he had taken on an obligation and he should try his level best to complete it.
As soon as he entered the palace, he saw there were only 3 people here along with a little shadow behind them, probably the child. all were saint level experts. Even the midwife. He had no chance in a fight against them, but he was prepared. from the scabbard of his sword, he bought out his family heirloom, a ring of multicolor but that which shown bright yellow and red now as it suppressed the powers of his opponent. He unleashed his soul power killing himself and all the other living things in the vicinity. His job fulfilled, he took a last look at the artifact which turned colorless now leaving his family. the elderly elf may survive, but the babe was surely dead as it could not survive his family weapons as well as his soulfire.
In a remote village, there were multiple lights but none thought suspicious as it was the only home where people were awake. In the nearby palace, a figure exhaled and went back to his meditation.
In the royal palace of the elves an elf let out a triumphant smile at the flash of light though he hid it quickly from the court. The elven king waited anxiously for a good news that would never arrive now. Some of the courtiers all saints grimaced inwardly at the events that have taken place as they sensed through their links to the world itself.
Rest of the world slept peacefully today unaware of the significance of these events.
But in the distance unmeasured, a darkness stirrs hungrily..
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