The Assassination of Damian Azure
Out of the corner of his other eye, he could see another assassin charging at him, a glint of steel in their hand. He thought quickly. No time to draw his sword…
Out of the corner of his other eye, he could see another assassin charging at him, a glint of steel in their hand. He thought quickly. No time to draw his sword…
Yet despite the legends and dangers present, still people try to reach the tops of these stone columns, only to fall to their deaths below. There are some skeptics who don’t believe that there’s anything at the top of these stones at all, that they’re myths created by vindictive people, or even Haute himself.
For whatever reason, on this particular day, Karinith couldn’t go more than a few steps outside the village before she suddenly found herself right back where she left. At first, Karinith thought it nothing more than choosing the wrong path. But when all the paths into the woods were closed to her, her annoyance grew into frustration. It was far from done with her…
Terrasylvae still chooses those who walk in its shaded paths and byways. Why, no one can say, but it is not the personalities of men who decide who enters and who leaves: it’s the woods itself, listening for the souls who long for more than life can give, who long for a second chance. The worthy are always found within the borders of Terrasylvae.
Karinith Grier, if you leave this place without trying an adventure, I’ll never forgive you.
Her own thoughts startled her, but they were right. Home was always waiting for her, home would always be there.
But an adventure waits for no one. They were just as restless as she was.
I wrote this story for my English class in college. I embellished the ending a bit to make it so we won the scenario for story sake. Hope you enjoy it!