The Last Assassin

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The aged Assassins are called upon for one final mission.

Submitted: February 08, 2011

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Hey, this is my first post, i'm 15 and studying in school, from the UK.
I've always loved writing but never really told anyone and always kept it too myself and I wanted to show people some of my work and hopefully get some positive messages and improvements. I love fantasy (as any teenage boy would) and this is my first attempt at a short novel type story.

The Last Assassin
Chapter 1

The sun arose from the horizon and casted a blinding light through the kitchen window of the quaint cottage. An aged man scurried into the light infested room and pulled a large curtain over the window, blacking out the attacking light. He lit a candle and sat at a small oak table in the centre of the room and pulled a large hood over his balding head.
“Damn light.” The man groaned stroking his wiry grey beard. He stared into the flickering flame of the burning candle, in silence. From his long gown the man pulled a long pendant from a baggy pocket, holding it above the flame. The jewel on the tip of the golden chain glistened emerald light as he dropped it lower into the flame. Muttering alone, the strange fellow fluttered his eyelids rapidly as the shining pendant vibrated slowly. It picked up speed and soon the colour shined brighter, more direct.
“Cedric!” an angry cry bellowed. “What are you doing? I thought this was over?” Light from the opened door surged through, submerging a baffled Cedric.
“Get out of here Eli! You weren’t called here! I don’t need you anymore” he thumped his clenched fist upon the sturdy table and leapt to his feet. The light from the open door empowered Cedric, causing him to swiftly turn to the darkness of the room.
“Now’s not the time Cedric, we must leave.” Eli commanded. He wore a long padded beige coat, dropping just below his knee pads. His hair curled carelessly over his boorish face and shoulders, a hint of ginger spread amongst his dark hair. He grabbed a small note pad from his undercoat and handed it to the clearly angered man. Cedric turned to face the light, his bony face now more defined as the sun shone. He stroked his beard once more.
“No! No way! I’m 64 now Eli, I refuse to fight his battles” Cedric raged.
“He needs you Cedric; I’m no longer as young either! Listen to me, he’s on the brink, I mean it this time, things have changed-”
“What about you?” questioned Cedric.
“He needs us both, this is serious!” the portly built man pleaded, he turned and trudged towards the door. “We’re assassins Cedric, not murderers” he bellowed from the distance. “The horse is out front.”
Cedric looked towards the door to see if Eli had gone, once checked he stared down at the pendant upon the table, stroking the shiny surface of the jewel. Dragging his eyes away from the distraction he pulled on a dark crimson coat from a hanger next to the sink and wrapped it tightly around his nimble body. He headed towards the door, but halted at the exit. He turned again and headed back into the dark kitchen, grasping the pendant upon the table. Quickly, he placed it into a velvet bag and stashed it into his pocket. Once again he headed towards the door, this time he never looked back.


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