Take Note : It's All Different

35. AWOL Weapons

"Oh well that's interesting."

I had walked merely fifty metres into the maze. They just stood there smiling as my eyes adjusted to the slight dark eases I saw faces. It sounded like River's voice but definitely not his use mortal self image. And Peter Pan smiling wildly like he had just been on the best adventure and had a great story to tell.

"Peter Pan. River." I nodded to them both.

"The voice gives it all away. No matter what mortal form I take I cannot change the voice. Tragic really." River sulked.

"Change of heart in this mortal form too?"

"No. Not particularly."

"What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" I kept walking as they brought themselves to walk by either side of me.

"We are here to guide you through the maze. As the gifted it is our job to protect." One is a messenger and one is a river god. Surely this was out of there zone of expertise

"Plus Peter has some news which he cannot tell you until he is sure that you will not kill the messenger for saying it." That was exactly what I was waiting for. An added reason. "And Miss MacKenzie as you now go by, don't say it is not in your nature to kill." River had a point but I don't think I could kill either of me.

"Because dear you are an assassin. And quite frankly it is." Peter made me laugh as he held his head high. The news did not seem to act as weight on his shoulder and nor did my reaction make any different. I wasn't quite sure I wanted the news so I did not pry I simply chuckled and dismissed the subject to continue walking.

"You've changed Miss Drouin. What have you endured since I have seen you last?"

"Apparently I spent three days underwater, then I climbed a fence avoiding faking deadly objects and now I face this maze."

"What a life you have."

"You could say that."

"Miss Drouin I believe you have been given time to think or at least in this maze you notice how much you have not thought or contemplated. Avonde and Tanner both have informed me that you think a lot. Over think more than normal people."

"What else?"

"Just that you think a whole lot more than you will ever say. So let it out."

"Yes let it be brought out of your system."

"I would rather if we did not speak of Avonde and Tanner. As a part of becoming the best assassin I have decided to take away what they mean to me and store it inside myself and therefore they are merely a name. And to be quite honest with you I barely remember anything between learning that I lived a fake life in another realm. And then I remember arriving at The Assassin's door step with quite vivid detail. Everything else lacks. Especially the part in the centre."

"Do you remember my partaking?"

"Yes yes but I merely remember details."

"Since we will be in this maze for a while before it gets interesting lets talk." It barely took me two minutes before my rant and constant chatter had begun. Peter was surprisingly listening very intently to all of what I said.

"Okay." I took a deep breathe. And thought aloud. "In a way thinking about it now had I not gone to the fake funeral and accepted the invitation to say goodbye I would not be here. I would not have been brought to Pendelum and my life would still make sense." Peter didn't look puzzled he knew about me. How I received a letter in the mail addressed to me. The one inside addressed to the me from this realm.