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......


8. Night On the Road

The frigid night air was rippling with the sounds of crickets and owls and the calls of Iters. Kacela had packed as much food and money as she could - seven Iter eggs, three loaves of bread, a whole cooked ham, a handful of apples, and a bag of chopped carrots and sugar beets for Ignis. The money pouch at her hip was bulging and threatening to burst - she'd packed the rest in a large satchel attached to Ignis's saddle, along with the food bag and a pack of disguises. Her peasant outfit, a rich gown, even a beggar dress. Asassins have to go unnoticed. Therefore they have to fit into any environment.

Mounting the beautiful horse, Kacela took a last look at her home. Not the last. When the epidemic was over......if it was over.......she would come back.


She clicked her tongue, poking Ignis in the side with her heels at the same time. Ignis started into a smooth trot. Not fast enough. Curfew had gone, and the Wardens would be roaming the cobbled streets soon.

Kacela urged Ignis into a canter. Still not fast enough. They galloped. Anyone looking would have seen a beautiful black racehorse, ridden by a red ninja. Anyone looking would assume they had caught the Mal Plague and were hallucinating.

The wind stroking the silky cloth of her suit, Kacela risked a laugh. She was escaping. She would be free.

'Hey, you!'


Looking back, Kacela spotted a stout man on a brown horse, cantering after her, shouting for her to stop. Kacela didn't. Instead she urged Ignis on faster. Maighread hadn't said Ignis was the finest racehorse she'd got for nothing. His pace was smooth and rhythmic, and he went so fast he was a blur. Kacela had to hang on for her life.

They galloped for two straight miles, losing the Warden after one but not wanting to risk being caught. Eventually Kacela stopped Ignis and fed him a beet. He deserved a reward. He'd saved her.

They cantered and trotted, alternating, for roughly seven miles before Kacela felt safe. Dismounting, she knotted Ignis's reins around a tree, fed him a carrot, and curled up with him when he lay down. The warmth of the horse made her feel safe that one long night.

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