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Two assassins were set to kill a girl. No questions asked. Just kill her and claim their prize. That was their mission. Except one of them was not supposed to visit Volney, the land of the dead and the other fall in love with a girl and...
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What was she thinking?
Upon waking up from a sleep filled with nightmares, she resisted the urge to bang her head against her closet. Challenging him for a fight? She must have her head checked. Amara was sure that her brain had allowed a few screws to be loose. This will definitely blow up the cover she had been trying to keep down.
She heard the words of her master in her head, the same words he would say after her sparring session each time, rubbing the knot of worry lines, which were visible on his forehead. When you fight, you fight exceptional, warrior. But sometimes you forget the fact that, fighting like that is not required. Only show your true abilities to someone of your calibre. That is also applicable only when you are in mortal danger. If they are not up to level, do not reveal yourself. Hide and be alive. You are my best student. We would not want to replace you now, do we? Because of your stupid mistake of revealing yourself, you might find yourself dead, and I have to train someone again from the beginning. And that would be very tiring for me.
She growled to herself when she recollected his wise words.
She went inside her washroom to find streaming hot water waiting for her. The bath was a bliss. She wished she could drown in the water and never wake up. When she closed her eyes, his green eyes came. How she tried not to think of him. Gulping she got out of the warm waters and dressed. She chose comfortable clothes that would allow free movement and as well as keep her warm.
When she came to her room, she kicked her bed and threw a box, which was on the table. Her foot was no doubt turning purple with the bruise but as always, she could not feel the pain.
Pulling her damp russet locks into a ponytail, she pushed her cot. In the place where her bed had stood, a trapdoor was visible. Yanking the door with all her strength, she found her bundle.
A sly smirk crawled to her lips at that sight. Opening the package, her entire face lighted up. Oh! For how many days she wanted to open that. Her twin blades- Swarg and Narak, was a feast for her eyes. And not to mention her finely made bow from the tree of Saisha. That bow's string could never be snapped. The bow of hers was blessed, just like all her other weapons.
The last was her sword, Aigneis. Her love of her life was that sword. One word was carved on her slender body. Pure. Written in the language of old.
Seeing the same marks on Trystan's sword, she could not control her curiosity. How did he manage to get a sword with such powerful writings written on it? To take a sword with such power, the taker's soul must be more robust than the wielder of that sword. And only the strongest could wield such swords.
Amara came out of her room carrying Aigneis proudly in her hand and then closed her door with a loud noise.
She never found the necessity to wear a coat or something during winter because the clothes Chavva gave her, shockingly kept her warm even during the coldest time. The material was complicated, and when she wore them on a summer afternoon, it kept her body cool.
