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Pens and Knives
Preface:
“Are you sure it’s a good idea Lema?” her voice was slurred and raspy like an old man's.
“Yes I am AmiLyn,” His voice hissed like a snake about to strike. She shook her head, “my children and their children cursed forever?” her voice wavered as she breathed her last breath.
“I regret it AmiLee, but I am only a human through which a unknown power works.” He turned at her shuddering breath. “Goodbye AmiLyn, Last Empress of sholamain.” He turned on his heel and left his workroom, forever.
Prologue:
Evan bent down over his papers, reading from a text book that lay open to the 345th page. He was scribbling hard and fast, His eyes flying between the notebook and the text-book. She walked up behind him, her heart beating faster than it ever had before. Evan didn’t hear her faltering footsteps, muffled by the thick green carpet. She gripped the knife in her hand, tighter than she had ever held anything in her life. Tears were streaming down her face and into her long brown hair. She lifted her arms and stabbed down, piercing a wound in his back. Blood spurted, falling thickly onto the carpet below, staining it crimson. His body was seized with convolutions, he leaned back until her caught sight of her face, tear stained, holding the knife above her head, preparing to stab his venerable neck. The blood flowed, streaming in little rivers across the floor, and pooling at the edges of the carpet. His face paled, and then he fell, his hands falling to his sides, lifeless and unmoving. She pushed his head over, flipping him to his other cheek and bent down, kissing his still warm lips. “Forgive me Evan,” she whispered, and then she walked away, her black stilettos splattered with warm scarlet blood.
One
~The Master~
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Fear of a name only increases fear of name itself. J.K. Rowling
{Alyssa}
Her footsteps echoed down the long corridor, her shadow flickering across the walls, lit by the sconces in the celling. She stopped at the end, knocking twice on the wood door. It swung open and a voice hissed, inviting her inside.
“Hello Alyssa Niles,”
“Hi,” she hesitantly, stepping into the room.
It was dark; the celling painted midnight blue and black. The furniture was dark blue and spotted with silver stars and moons. A man shone out against his dark surroundings, white hair, pale face, watery blue eyes.
“Is your assignment complete?” his voice, so much like a snake's hiss whispered.
“Yes,” her voice broke, rising several octaves.
“Hmm. I didn’t think you would be able to do it,” he lisped.
“You underestimated my dedication.”
“Maybe. The board will be very pleased that you have the ability to discipline yourself,”
“I am glad I could be of some assistance.”
“I am very pleased Miss Niles. Very pleased…”
Alyssa shifted from one foot to another, uncomfortable under this snake-like man’s praise. She looked around, taking in the oddities of the room. Silver instruments lay on coveted antique tables, and a large bookcase stood against the wall but instead of holding books, it held glass orbs with different colored smoke swirling in the bottom of each one. She took a step closer to the bookcase, leaning forward to look—
“Ms. Niles!” The man’s voice came from across the room.
“Yes, Master?” she said, turning to face him, disappointed she had not seen what was sitting in the middle of the smoke.
“I dislike people turning their backs on me. Face me please.”
Alyssa sighed, turning the rest of her body towards him and walking towards the desk where he was sitting.
“Sit down Ms. Niles,” he said, waving a regal hand to the couch positioned facing him.
She did, settling back in the soft cushions.
“I have a new assignment for you.”
She leaned forward, praying it wasn’t another murder.
“I want you to go to the Sholamain.”
She jumped back, surprised. Only senior Dark Angels went to the Sholamain, an alternate universe, where you could spend days training for combat. But Dark Angels hadn’t gone to The Sholamain Fort for a long time.
“I know what you are thinking,” The Master said, leaning forward slightly. “This is dangerous. This could kill me.”
Alyssa shuddered, wrapping her arms around her chest, as if to protect herself from the overwhelming despair that had enveloped her. “I don’t mind Master.” She said haltingly, letting her arms fall to her sides, struggling to keep her face impassive.
“Are you sure Ms. Niles?” he whispered, leaning forward even more, laying his hands on the table and thrusting himself towards her. “Are you very sure?”
He’s testing me… she thought. This is a test.
“I am completely and totally sure,” Alyssa replied. Biting her lip.
“Well then you won’t mind signing this… Will you?” he held a paper out to her, his hand steady.
“No… Of course not,” She whispered, her voice higher than normal. She took the paper, her hand not steady.
“Then sign on the dotted line.” He said, holding out a pen.
She laughed nervously, and scribbled her name. Alyssa Elyon Niles
“What an interesting last name.” he hissed, his eyes dilating as he looked down at the signature.
“My mother named me that,” Alyssa replied, blushing. “I hate it.”
“You should never hate your last name Ms. Niles. It’s the only thing in this life that is truly yours.”
“Yes sir.”
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