It's 4050 and the world has had to revert back to basics. Kacela is possibly the best huntress and hired asassin in the entire of Escocia. The country is alive with thieves, killers, and hunters. A new sickness known as the Mal Plague is striking Escocia, and the people are dropping like flies. The only way to stay immune is to stay away......


9. Crossing

In the morning, Kacela let Ignis chew on the grassy verge as she changed clothes. She would be Crossing today, and she needed to look like a normal peasant to the guards.

Crossing was a rare, dangerous affair. The border between Escocia and Angliae was seperated by an impenetrable grey stone wall infamously known as the Clostrum Barrier, and no-one was allowed to cross either side. I say allowed - people did Cross, although it was tricky getting through the guards. You had to bribe, tell lies, and when that failed, climb the wall. Many that climbed fell to their deaths on the other side.

But none had been an experience asassin.

Kacela rode the last five miles on Ignis side-saddle, irritated by the large skirts. As she neared the Clostrum Barrier in the pinky shades of dawn, she took in how many guards there were. Three. There would be three on the other side too. How many useful crevices were in the wall. Quite a few. How would she get Ignis over. No idea.

Kacela halted Ignis in a copse of trees, hidden from the guards, thinking. How would she get Ignis over? He couldn't jump, the wall must have been twelve metres at least. Horses couldn't climb. No holes in the wall. Kacela groaned, frustrated. She needed Ignis. How would it work?

A plan formed in  Kacela's mind. The Clostrum Barrier was not solid - there was an enormous wrought-iron gate closed tightly about seven metres away.


Kacela dismounted, took off her headscarf to look more attractive, and lead Ignis by the reins over to the gate.

A guard immediately blocked her way. 'What do you think you're doing?' he growled, nudging her with his crossbow.

'My horse is sick,' she said, putting on her best pained voice. Kacela was an excellent actress.

The guard cast a sceptical look over the very healthy-looking Ignis. 'How?'

'He has worms in the belly,' expressed Kacela, patting Ignis's stomach.

'Why are you trying to cross then?' sneered the guard.

'They are especially evil worms,' said Kacela, letting a tear slide down her cheek. She cringed inwardly. Never once in her life had she cried before. She couldn't believe she was doing it just to do a Crossing. 'And the only medicine for them is in Angliae, sold by an old crone at the Apothecary Fair. I need to Cross to save him!'

'No one Crosses,' insisted the guard, nudging her again with his crossbow.

Kacela gritted her teeth. Time to pull out the big guns.

She turned her head on one side, pouted, and widened her eyes. She tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder. She let a tear trail down her cheek again. 'Please? Pretty please? I'm sure no-one will miss a pretty young girl and her ill horse.'

The guard was wavering, but still hadn't given in.

Kacela did her last resort. She wobbled her bottom lip.

'Fine!' snarled the guard, wrenching open the gate. 'But you didn't have anything to do with me, understood?'

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