Let me know what you think of it. I wrote it pretty quickly so try not to be entirely harsh.
The moon was hidden behind the clouds heavy with rain. Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled as he crouched in one of the many trees around him near the dirt road. Waiting for the King and his men to come by which should be any minute now. And sure enough here they came, but he heard them before he saw them. First the clopping of horses hooves and then the clanking of armor as men marched by. His heart pounded, his enemy was so close the stakes high. If he scored this kill not only would he become very rich, but he'd also become one of the most famous assassin's in all the world. Rain began to fall now, lightning streaked again revealing the kings carriage. And as the assassin had hoped the man driving had a dark cloak his hood pulled up to shield him from the rain. The assassin crept across the branch until he was crouching directly above the road. Turning his back on the carriage he wrapped his legs around the branch and let himself fall his knife ready. The carriage pulled closer yet and the man driving didn't notice the shadow just above him. The blade showed bright in the lightning as he plunged it deep into the carriage drivers throat. The assassin let his legs relax and he fell into the carriage seat. He flipped the drivers body off the side, it hit the ground with a slight thud but the guards walking just infront didn't hear it over the storm. He took up the reins replacing the driver.
He guided the carriage forward, but voices were yelling ahead. The call to halt came and the assassin smiled as he knew his trap had worked. He pulled on the reins and the carriage halted. The guards ahead of him came back and encircled the carriage. Their backs turned on the only real threat. Deciding to have fun with his all to easy part. The assassin jumped down and walked up to one of the guards. "What is the meaning of this halt? My Lord has to reach Sheredsborg by the day after next." The guard turned his head back ever so slightly not stopping his scan of the dark trees and brush before his eyes. "Relax, we found a wagon ahead and a little off the road. The driver has been slain and the horses cut loose." The assassin carriage driver made a disgusted noise. "Why do we have to stop for that? The man is dead there's no need for us to share his fate." Laughing the guard answered him, "This was most likely the work of bandits, we have a couple of scouts heading out into the woods trying to find them. Until then we sit here and wait." The assassin turned toward the carriage door. "We'll see what my Lord has to say about this interruption then we will see how necessary this stop is." The guard payed no attention to this remark and continued to scan the outlying woods. Leaving the assassin an excuse to speak with the king. He knocked on the carriage door. And the familiar voice of King Garrett responded. "Enter." The Assassin opened the door and climbed in. Garrett sat on the left looking out the window. He turned and saw his driver climbing in. "Ah, Harold come to get out of the rain have you?" Playing his part Harold nodded and without warning lunged at Garrett revealing his blade. The King let out a nearly silent cry as his throat was cut and his pockets searched for any valuables. The Assassin wiped his knife clean and put it back inside his cloak. He then reached into a pocket on the opposite side and pulled out a single red orb. With that in hand he opened the carriage door and began to climb out. Dropping the orb on the rug floor while shutting the door. "Fire, fire!" he yelled as the carriage burst into flames. All the guards turned sprinting for the now well roasting carriage. Orders were given, and the men began trying to put out the fire. Even with the help of the rain it would take awhile. The Assassin seeing his job complete slipped away into the stormy night, becoming invisible as he entered the woods.
Well time to wrap things up or is it just beginning anew? Anyway please enjoy the final update.
Andre stood in his chamber of the castle pulling his cloak around him when someone pulled on the door. "Who's there?" Andre asked finishing with his cloak. The beautiful and familiar voice of a woman answered, "Your wife silly will you unlock the door?" Andre swept across the room and unbolted the door quickly. "Sorry my sweet Rosalie, it's a habit." He said, kissing her upon the forehead. Her face was beautiful, her cheeks a light shade of red. Her light brown hair ran down her back gracefully and her deep green eyes stabbed him in the heart everytime they gazed upon him. She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. But the two broke the embrace reluctantly when a maid entered the room. "Pardon the interruption my prince", she gave a slight nod of the head. "But I've found this note in your shirt pocket." She held out her hand for Andre. He grabbed it from her and unfolded the paper. The maid left without needing to be told.
As he read he moved over to the desk to sit. Rosalie followed close behind, resting her chin on his head. "What does it say?" Andre put the paper on the desk. And sat back, pausing before he spoke. "That note was written five years ago. It was given to me by a dear friend who passed just after he gave it to me. But I lost it before I could read it." Rosalie reached over him and picked up the note. "It seems you didn't lose it, just misplaced it." Andre looked up at her. "That's what I thought too, until I read it." His wife sighed and put a hand to her mouth. "This can't be right it sounds as if it was written just today." Andre took it back from her and read it to himself again.
Dear Andre Demontresor Kingsley,
"If you are reading this then your maid has found it in your shirt pocket. You did not lose the note, I took it and rewrote it. For I believed that after Hayden's death everything would return to normal. But I have seen your future. A man with power like your own is on his way. He senses your power and is coming to take it from you. I know not what his name is, but you must find the Book of Aenithar. It is an evil book, yet you must find it. For the man is searching for it as we speak. If you do not find it before him you will surely die. I apologize for writing you on such a distasteful subject but I had to warn you.[i]
Your Dearest Friend, Carlin
Andre didn't know how Carlin had rewritten, seeings how he was dead but he didn't care. His wife stood very still. He could tell she was worrying already. He shouldn't have let her read it. But she would have found out sooner or later. [i]"Andre?" He stood up placing the note in his pocket. "Yes Rosalie?" She looked up at him, smiling and crying all in the same moment. "I know this isn't news you want right now, I'm pregnant."
Andre frowned, not because he wasn't happy about becoming a father. He was upset with what he'd read in the note. Reading the note he could sense the danger. The bell for dinner rang and Andre took his wife by the hand to the dining hall. Sitting at the head of the table opposite his father he poked at his under cooked roast duck. Thinking of the year he'd assassinated a king, and brought his evil son into the throne. The old man Carlin who somehow, no matter how difficult, had found a way to help him. Of his father's rise to King. And how he himself had become the most powerful man on the planet. It was just the beginning he thought, as he bit into his roast duck.
WELL GREAT. JUST LEAVE US WITH AN EFFING CLIFF HANGER WHY DONT YOU
oh wow..great ending..i agree with you there needs to be a second one..
i mean really..you coulda brought up the note in the second one so i didnt have to wonder whats gonna happen until you write it..or if you write it...so please write it
Bravo to you KOA and joey i would like to see your story.KOA you could start a second one about his quest for the book but liuke you said you already have another one planned so this one can wait you are a great poet better at that than i am at playing violin.
Thank you everyone for your wonderful encouragement, I really appreciate it. And I am afraid the next one will have to wait until after I finish the other story.
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