Friend or Foe

For the Throne Of Glass competition- August is an assassin, who's sister in in chains. She'll do anything to save her sister, even murder. But then things get complicated when a boy she meets steals more than her assassination, but her heart as well.

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9. Bloody nighlight

Once I had stopped crying, and I'd dried my eyes, I strode out into the sandstorm. It must have been close to night because there was no light in the storm at all. I pulled Marco's cloak over my head, he'd left it in the window, and kept my eyes down to stop the sand from getting in them. I walked in the direction of the city, the sand whirling around me. I placed Amicus and Homstem back in their sheaths and ducked lower, braving through the sand headfirst. As I walked, I went through my options. How would I save Willow? I could sneak in and kill Sanster or sneak in and free Willow and run. But I was feeling bad and decided I could do both. I grinned, showing my teeth and figured I looked kind of scary. As I walked, I passed outlines of buildings around me and figured I'd reached the city. As I did I navigated my way through the familiar streets. I could walk this city in any condition, even a sandstorm. I took a left turn and as I did the last trails of sand vanished past me. The storm was over, leaving behind a city covered in sand. I had to hurry, people would be coming out to clean up any time soon. Then saw it, looming above the smaller houses around it was a huge warehouse. I stalked through the night, hiding from the starlight. Watching, waiting for the right moment. I could see the guard stood outside the main door, he'd been out since the start of the storm. He was covered in sand and probably looked something like me, but as he went to wipe is eyes clean of sand I darted forwards, sliding past him into the open doorway. He didn't see anything apart from a streak of brown. Seeing my chance, I pulled Amicus from my boot and stabbed it in the back of the mans head. He made a gurgling noise and fell face down, blood streaking the sand. I buried his body in sand and stepped inside. I straightened up and pulled back my hood. I was in.

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