Then he had begun to walk away to return to his old home. It was clear he wanted nothing to do with this blade though the knowledge I saught it was explicit that he had it.
"wait! surely there is more that you can tell me?"
I began to chase the man walking up behind him, with eagerness hoping that he would tell me more, but stubbornness had grown to be his primary trait.
"There is nothing I can tell you, sorry, but you came out here for nothing, boy."
He continued to walk to his own, not even turning to meet my gaze; however, it was clear that this was intentional, furthering my suspicion that he knew more than he was trying to make me believe.
"please wait if you would just-"
I had grabbed his shoulder to force his attention, but at that moment, he grabbed my hand with his right, twisting it and wrapping his other arm over my head and under my other arm. Then, shifting my weight and body into the air, he proceeded to slam me over his shoulder onto the wooden porch of his home. Finally, placing a knife to my throat.
"listen, well boy, the next time you lay a hand on me ill cut them off and feed them to the sea. now heed these words well, for it is tIe last time I will say them, i do not have the answers that you seek, so leave an old man be."
Still in shock from having all the breath in my chest knocked out of me, I could only lay there in fear and astonishment. This old man had lifted me over his shoulders with such ease as if I only feathered in the wind. And I could see in his eyes that his words were not a threat. On the contrary, they were words of fact. Then, however, I noticed something around the neck of the old one. A chain with some kind of attachment to it.
*scuffs*
"if you truly know nothing,*scuffs* then why is that every same marking around your neck?"
The old man's eyes lifted for a sec, looking down to notice the chain hanging down on his neck. Then, with a pendant attached to it with the very same marking engraved into it, he slowly drew his blade away from my skin.
"leave, now"
He then walked back into his own home, closing the wooden door behind him locking it. Regathering my composure, I picked myself off the ground leaning on one of the supporting wooden pillars.
"coward! I'm not leaving!"
isuls pov
To think after all these years, I have stayed here waiting for death to claim me. And the brotherhood along with me. Sitting on the chair near the fireplace, I looked at the old sword mounted on the wall. It seemed so long ago yet also yesterday. I could still smell the fires burning, and the battle cries filling the air. And hear the last words of my mentor filling my ears.
"isul! It is up to you! you decide whether we deserve to go on or be forgotten, do better isul! make us better!"
"mentor!"
I snapped back to my senses, looking away from the blade.
" no, the assassins were corrupt, ed once, and they will again. We do not deserve a second. Wence, we raped, murdered innocents, and used our own self-righteousness to justify our deeds. the world is better off without us." thinking to myself
I had put off making this choice for many years; I told myself I would never train another assassin. I would be the last, but I just couldn't bring myself to destroy what remained of my order over the years. Soon night came, I walked out onto the porch, and there I saw. The young boy had set up a small fire in the open area, his horse right beside him. Was it destiny or fate that brought him here? With an assassin's sword of all things.
"Maybe I'm not the one meant to decide."
delias pov
I had fallen asleep under the night stars, the air was cold, and the fire provided warmth. Throughout that whole night, I questioned myself repeatedly about everything that I was doing where I was. Vengeance and curiosity had driven me here, to an old man In his run-down home. But the way he took me down, he was clearly skilled in combat. If I could get him to teach me then, no, he won't even answer my questions. So I guess I will have to look elsewhere.
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