Na'amah's Point of View (POV):
An indescribable pain clawed at my inner organs as if trying to burn me from the inside. I guess it really did.
"Kiyoko... Please, I-I beg of you, please take this chil-d and raise him as your own. I wish not... for him to become a killer, but, I would wish even less for this innocent child to... Die... before he ever gets to live."
As I was pleading with what was apparently the last of my strength my body sunk back to the burning floor.
Strangely, it didn't hurt anymore, it didn't feel like anything, really, except for a cold chill maybe. Ironic.
Kiyoko's lips moved as my vision slowly turned into a blur but no sound came out...
In another futile attempt I smiled at her desperately trying to ask if she took the baby.
I mustered enough strength to move my lips but yet again, no sound came out, or rather, the world fell silent. The flames around me danced as if reveling in my faith, a constant reminder of the sound I was oh so desperate to hear, if only I could hear the crackling of fire around me or listen to my sweet baby cry once more, or even hear Jake's nagging one last time. I guess you only know you miss something once you lose it.
Oh Jacob, how fragile life is, a lifetime of choices, it only makes sense that it would end with one, so why then, why did I not get to choose...?
How come a life is so fragile, how is it that 20 years of experiences have no value in the face of a single moment of tragedy?
How come life is so... unfair?
The metallic taste in my mouth slowly grew bitter as did the bitterness in my heart. The thought of my boy's bleak future. The thought of what Jake would say when he finds his house burned to the ground, wife dead, child gone?
Have I made the right choice? Would have death been the better option for him? And many more questions, to be left unanswered ran through my pounding head.
As my consciousness was leaving me for the last time, a single thought sliced through my barely beating heart – "I'm... sorry, my ch......."
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16 Years Later – Inoshi/Lifes' POV:
"Boy, it has been 16 years since I took you in. Today is the day for you to become a 'Slayer'." Whatever you say...
"As I do hope you comprehend by now. Slayers are faceless assassins that work in the shadows, as such, you will complete your first mission as you remain unseen, is that clear?" What's with the serious tone, is this really such a big deal?
"As a cloudy day..." I retorted.
"Your sarcasm is not appreciated, you little snob." Her gray eyes turned a bit brighter for a second.
"Your slayer name carries the meanings of both life and death in a long forgotten language, forget that for but a second, and there will be consequences. When you go out to kill a person, you go with the priority of keeping yourself alive at all costs."
How many times do I have to listen to this lecture.
With a metallic, dim, yet loud thud she slammed the table between us with her hands for added dramatic effect "AT. ALL. COSTS." It worked...
Her stern tone and sharp gaze sent chills down my spine as my face tensed up in an attempt to seem serious.
"Your first mission will be a rather simple one, to dispose of the count Lofer Sniles." Pausing for a second, she... smirked at me? "Head of the Sniles family." She concluded.
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A Lifes Journey
FantasyThe power of a word could make the impossible, possible. In a world filled with the sealed meaning of language, words hold greater power. Lifes, the young assassin deals with the darkness of his past and the ghosts of regret that follow him as he le...
