Draconic Story: Excerpt II
Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:41 pm
Aness crept along the dark, silent street, her ears twitching at every disembodied sound. She turned the corner and stopped. A man shrouded in a black cloak stood before her, tossing an azure bottle from hand to hand.
The man noticed her, paused, then spoke: "Who disturbs the quiet of this night so boldly?"
"One who seeks annulment for past sins." She answered in a calm, level tone.
The man visibly relaxed. "Awful young for a thief, especially one with such a reputation." he said almost mockingly.
"Reputation matters not, it is skill that holds the key. Now," she held out a bulging purse, "my cure."
"Very good," he accepted the offered pouch and jingled it. "very good indeed." He tossed her the vial, which she caught effortlessly. Happily the man put the purse in his robes.
"What about the other two?"
The man chuckled. "Whatever do you mean, this is barly enough for one, let alone three."
"Why you--" The man raised his hand cutting her off. It glowed sapphire in the dim lamplight.
"With skill you must have cunning, have an advatage over your opponent at all times. Learn to decieve. You would do well to remember that in the next life."
"Don't I get a last word?" She said feigning innocence. She slipped a dagger from her belt with her yellow tail and gave it to her concieled hand.
He chuckled yet again. "And what would that be?"
"Die." She kicked his hand away and threw the crystal dagger, hitting him in the shoulder. He staggered and fell. Cursing the man pulled out the knife, releasing the poison. He threw it away in agony, as his flesh began to rot.
She picked up that dagger and wiped it, then put it away. She turned to him before leaving and said: "You betrayed me and for that you will die, along iwth hundreds more by my unwilling hand. She walked away from the all-to-common sceams of anguish, tears running down an otherwise emotionless face. So this is the fate of a monster.
The man noticed her, paused, then spoke: "Who disturbs the quiet of this night so boldly?"
"One who seeks annulment for past sins." She answered in a calm, level tone.
The man visibly relaxed. "Awful young for a thief, especially one with such a reputation." he said almost mockingly.
"Reputation matters not, it is skill that holds the key. Now," she held out a bulging purse, "my cure."
"Very good," he accepted the offered pouch and jingled it. "very good indeed." He tossed her the vial, which she caught effortlessly. Happily the man put the purse in his robes.
"What about the other two?"
The man chuckled. "Whatever do you mean, this is barly enough for one, let alone three."
"Why you--" The man raised his hand cutting her off. It glowed sapphire in the dim lamplight.
"With skill you must have cunning, have an advatage over your opponent at all times. Learn to decieve. You would do well to remember that in the next life."
"Don't I get a last word?" She said feigning innocence. She slipped a dagger from her belt with her yellow tail and gave it to her concieled hand.
He chuckled yet again. "And what would that be?"
"Die." She kicked his hand away and threw the crystal dagger, hitting him in the shoulder. He staggered and fell. Cursing the man pulled out the knife, releasing the poison. He threw it away in agony, as his flesh began to rot.
She picked up that dagger and wiped it, then put it away. She turned to him before leaving and said: "You betrayed me and for that you will die, along iwth hundreds more by my unwilling hand. She walked away from the all-to-common sceams of anguish, tears running down an otherwise emotionless face. So this is the fate of a monster.
