I felt a true assassin for some reason even though I just whiteness a spilled peace of life in the name of the creed. I looked back to Shank and I can see that he was happy to see what I could become if only I can get Uncle to figure out that this is going to be my new life since if I do not say to him what I had done then I have no choice but to falter.
“Where have you been?” I hear him in the darkness and I flipped on the light. I felt the hand of friendship behind me since it was Shank that had my back.
“She had become a whiteness to the creed.” Shank chimed and I heard something that I hadn’t heard in a long time and that was a silver sliver of the sword that would leave its holster.
“Uncle!” I cried and wondered if I should be in the way of what was going on. He was full of glares that was not in the good way since the coldness had entered the way of just the sensation of the two that was about to go after each other in blood.
“Get to your room Azyla.” He called and I got in the middle of the two.
“No, Shank is my mentor and if you want him then you must get past me.” I said and Arcum looked like I just spoke in a foregn language.
“And whom gave you permission?” He called and Aunt Greave came from behind one of the corners and looked happy that I had done this while my own mother was right behind her.
“I did.” She chimed and looked like she had something in her hands like a knife.
“Why?” He asked and was ready to strike while I was happy to say what I need to say.
“I wanted to find who I am. “ I chimed and my uncle lost it.
“YOU ALL Changed HER!” He yelled and attacked Shank to where the sound of mettle on matte chimed in the air which stung my ears. It felt like a wake of my senses that was going to be life or death it someone that I was close with.
Every move was like a dance that might be full of blood in an instant since I started to feel the droplets of sweet of my two Creed mates become like a bit of slow motion within a battle while past and present start to align for me.
Every hit of the swords was a loud argument that I was not willing to hear though I had the feeling ha I would have to step in but instead I ran. I ran into the kitchen to where my aunt greave was waiting for me.
“Do you think that you can handle the Creed?” Greave asked and I dropped crying to my knees in front of her.
“I can but I can’t seem to get Arcum to except me.” I chimed and I felt alone.
“Then have you decided your fate for yourself like before when you first started out.” My mother said and it felt like a weight had been lifted off me. “But remember, The Creed is not something to be taken lightly.”
“I know.”I said as I found what I needed to get going.
“Arcum, I am going with Shank.” I said and I looked back to the stoned face of my uncle possibly thinking that he had failed.