The Creed A Generations Before

{I walk through the valley and the shadow of death but fear nothing in the darkness. That is what I will go through every day in this black world of mine of the hunt. I hunt for neither side of what a person proclaims but for the one that gets me farther on in life and teach the generations after me to fallow The Creed and obey its laws and regulations like I have done. I will learn through the past generations mistakes and kill swiftly and cleanly for my marking will be pasted on forever. ]
This is the promise i had made to my new family but i want to please them forever. I know it will be tough since my brother dosn't think i should do it but it is my own bloodline i have sealed the fate of, not his. I want to take the forever pledge, I know it won't be easy espesily in the life of the creed.

(My offical nano for 2013: started, Nov 13, 2013 nano finished Nov 30 2013 (w/chapter titles)
start rebuild dec 3 2013 and did the 100 day challange by TheFuzz: completed it Jan3,2014! (w/o CT)

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9. ch9

I emerged from the woods and was happy to see my mini farm but not my brother whom was coming out of the shed. I knew I would be in serious trouble if I didn’t have an excuse but alas I didn’t that would be useful to me as I can feel worry consume  me while my heart beat quickly as I still rushed to find words in my mind.
“Where have you been Silva?” Camren asked as I came close to him after he emerged from behind the barn.  His expression was still faced and angry like smoke was coming out of his ears. While the expression was frightful and made me think that he might retaliate.
“I was taken to the woods and was accepted into the creed.” I said gleefully. But Camren was horrified at my statement as he started to lead me past our small barn.
“What have you done Silva? This thing that you have gotten yourself into has gone too far.” Camren yelled shaking me from my shoulders and I stumbled backward when he was done but I still held my ground like I should of when this had started. He went back and grabbed the full bucket for the home but I knew I had to tell him more.
“I am going to change the future when I get into the creed officially.” I said and Camren’s eyes widened at my statement. He dropped the pail that he was holding and water splashed all around my shoes and had the water run to me like the feeling of this thing that I am wondering and letting my life fade into.
“How?” My brother yelled and I just sighed a heavy sigh knowing that he would never understand why I have chosen this path.
“By killing.” I said in a tone that even surprised myself, so dark and so rich and I liked it. The sound and words felt lovely on my lips as I came forth and stood taller than I think I have stood against my brother while he hung his head and shook it calmly from side to side as if I was crazy.
“By killing, I know I didn’t raise you like this Silver why? What would a kill change? It only brings hatred in the world!” he yelled at me and it made me outraged so I retaliated back.
“Don’t use my full name Cam you know it is a bad omen in my mind. Besides I am going to be used more like a spy than anything I doubt I will see any more blood than I have to.” I tried to convince him to let me become this person but while my confidence started to rise my doubt rose as well.
“Go in the house you cannot come out Silver in till this demon is out.” Camren said and I was shocked to hear the word demon with the creed. I was in a misunderstanding that how in the world that my own brother had labeled me in such a way.
“It is a pact not a demon Cam you can’t extinguish it.” I said in a blind rage while my boot stomped in a cloud of dust around it. Then I saw Orin come right behind him and it frightened me to see him.
“She is right Mr. Camren.” Orin sassed as he stood over Cam. “The creed is a pact more than anything and she has to work and train for it just like anything else in the creed, Come Silva training awaits unless someone wants to interfere.” Orin showed his sword and I can see the fear in my brother’s eyes wilder his courage before me. I walked over and stood by my new companion and he looked down.
“Sis, don’t let him kill me! Please don’t.” Cam called and I had already made my choice as Orin looked down at me with the glare that I had seen before. It was the same look just before he climbed up the inn and ran across the rooftops to carry out the old sailor’s death.
“So, Silva, Is he worth saving? The creed wants some more blood and it will be kind to this sacrifice.” Orin said and I couldn’t believe how dark he is.
“He is worth saving even though he had heard the work that you have done he is still my brother. Besides the creed has me to mold.” I sincerely mocked and Orin smiled at me and put his sword away into the sheaf. I could feel his hand on my back as we strolled away leaving my brother in a huff on the ground.
“Time to truly train and please call me our master my new apprentice.” Orin whispered as we went along the road by our mini farm to another house just a little ways down.
The abandon cottage was the story of the town for years and I knew that this would be the starting point of my journey as I stood in front of it my heart pounded in desperation and fear of getting to know the creed plus what was inside that Orin wanted me to see.
“You can turn back now before you know too much.” Orin said and after all I been through NOW he asks if I want to turn back.  I just looked at the cottage that I knew was old and abandoned with bruises from the years of weather and punishment that it doesn’t understand why it had to be this way but it eventually tuned dark and inhabitable while creatures made it their home and vines the cabin’s friends. The bad thing was I knew if I keep going that house will be me but I sighed up when I fallowed Orin on his mission.
“I have already entered the point of no return.” I said and we just stared at each other till I made the first move on the porch. “Come. I want to train.”
I opened the door to a very elaborate shack that had a small candle chandelier in the center of the roof greeted me as I walked in. the cottage was clean and beautiful on the inside with a mirror on my left.
“This place is beautiful.” I breathed as I started to wonder through the first floor. I spun around and looked inside the small dining room that had red walls and a circular table with a few chairs around it that were waiting for its guests. The next room is the kitchen and it was filled win nonperishable goods and other essentials in its small looking clubbers. I was amazed at the fact that the place looked so horrible on the outside but on the outside it looks like it had not been touched by time at all!
After I was done exploring the three bedroom chambers, and the reading that doubled as an log room I noticed that Orin was just still standing in the entryway like I left him but he made himself at home in one of the chairs in the dining room, cleaning one of his swords.  He looked up from what he was doing spotting my facial expression as a girl enjoying what she thought would be a lot worse. “I am guessing you are done exploring my abode?” He asked as he stood and put his weapon in its holster. I gazed around him thinking that the outside world has no clue that this rotten old cottage that so many kids tease is so beautiful and lively. But soon I forgot what Orin had asked.
“What was that, I did not hear you?” I asked and Orin sighed as he waved me to fallow him through the house. I noticed the paintings of a certain symbol in many places in the house but no faces of people for memories except vary few that were scorched out by flames or cut by knives.
“You have to listen more often Silva. I have had moments where I had wished I had listened and then had my informant drop dead in front of me. Now, what I am about to show you cannot be leached into the public’s ears.” Orin warned as we went on. The halls still captured me in there gleam while we went on but soon we stopped at something like an opening of the cellar door that blended in completely within the walls that was in the back of the back stairway. The wall growled as Orin moved the section towards an empty space that was behind it and then the fake wall peace slid to the side to reveal a hallowed out staircase that had two torches ready for flame as its meal. I calmly went and grasped one from the pedestal it was resting in but Orin calmly snatched it out of my hands and lit it to just hand it back to me with a slight smile on his face.
“This is our safe house and my own house. It had been here for a long while and yet none knows what happens in these walls.” Orin explained a he pulled the door close with a slight thud and a latching noise to say it is locked.
I smiled at the fact that I had a feeling that this is going to be a lot better than I thought but I had left the dagger under my pillow that I had permanently tavernrowed from the thief when I had encountered him. I had no worry about that while we went deeper and deeper the stairs became a little narrower while the walls became rocky and rough. The torch soon became the only source of light by the time we made it to the last step. I carefully placed my foot on the flooring to find a dirt floor instead of the hardwood and aria rugs upstairs. I knew that I only had a little bit left of the journey through the household till I see what Orin wanted me to see.
There was something in the narrow hallway for prisoners of the creed that we went through but it opened up to a sandy colored floor that would show footprints constantly and something that looked like a tool shelf in front of me  as the light only made shadows instead of clear pictures.
I could feel someone tap my shoulder as I froze in my spot. I wanted to fight but I was thinking that it was Orin behind me and sure enough I was right but he had a scowl like he wanted me to fight him. I could tell that I had disappointed him again as he looked at the torch while the light made shadows dance on his face. I gingerly and slowly handed him the torch but he yanked it out of my hands and I pouted because I knew that was rude and that he was angry at him.
“Because in the way in the life of the creed you will have to learn how to defend yourself though many situations and missions, the way of life that we live in is not friendly to anyone because you never know where the creed will call for blood or call for your own blood.” Orin started to explain as he walked the torch to a few other standing torch lamps that surrounded the outside edge letting the room glow brighter and brighter with every one that he lit in till he got to the last one whom he left alone. Orin went to the opening of the room and placed the torch that he was using in a holster that I did not see as he continued. “This is where you will proclaim that you are willing to learn the creed and choose the weapon or as you may choose weapons that will become your own hands, eyes and pleasure.”
I stepped forward to the wall in front of me almost forgetting the stone alter or table in front of me when I stumbled over it. I gingerly smiled as the pain shot through my kneecap thinking of how despicable I was to forget about that. I can see the emblem in front of the wall while the weapons all around it but there was one in particular that I had my eyes fall upon that lived among the daggers and guns that were waiting to be claimed. I surpassed them and went into a quill that had a feather that didn’t look harmless at all to me as I started to study it. Why would a quill, which is used to only write, happen to be in a group of such deadly exterior?
“That hasn’t happened before.” Orin said and the sentence got me confused of what he meant but I looked closer at it to find it reinforced with a sharp edge on the writhing tip and the handle snugly fitted and blended into the feather to only I or someone really observant that my feather is stiff instead of flowing with every word. I felt proud of my choosing as I held it out for Orin or whom I guessed was my new master now for him to see what I chose so far but as I glanced at the wall again I quickly found an old fashioned blow pipe and thought that would be old fashioned from the Indian side of the town but it would be nice to have so I grabbed that as well. “These are my choosing to help me keep my life in the creed.” I said holding them to the table and Orin smiled at me possibly happy to see what I thought were very good decisions.
“Wary well Silva, These will become your true friends and I will teach you how to use them efficiently. “Orin said and I felt excited that I am part of the group officially as I held one in my hand as a weapon while the other, a simple pen transformed into a dagger in disguise, became my favorite and true friend.

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