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)


14. ch 14

“Not in your life I will leave my master, my teacher.” I said as I helped him stand. I can feel that his life had been cut even shorter than before.
I struggled to help him up the steps as I thought he might had broken something since I can hear him grunt with each step that we took. I asked Orin if he wanted to rest when we got to the top of the steps. I found the nice chair in his red room and went to the kitchen to just stand there in panic. I had never tended to someone in Orin’s condition before and my knowledge is close to the basic knowledge in the terms of aid. I knew I had to do something and I started by getting a large bowl out of one on the many cadets and snatching any towels that were nearby on a shelf. I felt flustered when I got back since I saw Orin try to strip away fabric to use as bandages.
“You don’t have to help me Silva,” Orin said weekly and I just smiled as I pated his one eye and he started to wrench every single time I tried to help till I got angry and tossed the cloth to him.
“I have to help, sort of if you just would hold still!” I joked and tried again with cleaning his wounds.
“I am just some lowlife and...” Orin started to say and I thought he would die on me as I started to wonder whom to get help from since now I bet there are wanted posters everywhere for at least me but I wasn’t sure about Orin or Evil or even any other of the assassin family members  that I haven’t met yet.
“Don’t start saying that. To me you are not.” I commended him but I still wanted to ask if there was anyone nearby that could help since Orin was starting to slip from my fingers or at least wakefulness while his speech slurred and became quieter.   I could see his eyes close and a pool form ever so slowly in the chair and on the floor. “You have got to get you to see someone Orin.” I whispered more to myself than to him as I started to wrap his wounds. He smiled a week smile telling me that he trusts me and knows I am determined to help him any way possible. “Now where to go...”
“The Old Elders…take me to them… next town to the west.” Orin whispered and I nodded in response. I knew we had time against us that I kept reminding myself about as I helped Orin onto Jasmin the bad thing was that Orin had to either hold on tight behind which was possibly not going to happen or that I can ride back to get the buggy and take way to long even if I hurry so I helped him sit in front of me with his arm around my neck for stability as we went on to The Old Elder’s house. Wherever they are.
We rode on for a while; Jasmin’s hove’s pounding on the dirt road as hard and as fast as she could since she could possibly feel the cloths getting wet from Orin’s wounds. I started to worry as I kept telling Orin that we were almost there and occasionally asking were to turn.
Along the ride I hear occasional gunfire coming towards us, trying to shut our lives down. I hear the bullets wiz past me while we passed them. I looked around quickly as I tried to find who was trying to kill us. My palms got extremely sweaty between being nervous about dying at a young age with someone else dying with you and trying to keep a horse calm when you are shaking in your boots as well thankfully it isn’t the gunfire that Jasmin is afraid of. It is seeing and hearing them go by her body to see the small imprint turn into a small cloud of mud and a smidge of dust form around on impact.
When we got to the cottage it looked like my brother and my own before the fire took it from us. “Orin we made it! “ I said and I can hear a door open slowly by us while I helped Orin down from Jasmin’s back.
“Oh dear, come, come! My husband knows the marking well.” The old woman said. Her white hair had a bit of gray in it an urgency in her eyes like she recognized Orin from his silhouette but I looked up to see his face glowing in the sunlight because his hood had fallen off sometime during the ride. I wanted to quickly put the hood back up like mine was. I could feel him getting weaker with every step we took and then I gingerly settled him on the couch that was the closest piece of furniture after the lady of The Old Elder put a cloth covering over it. I was quite worried that I knew that Orin was in so much pain and could parish at any moment.
An old man came from the study and looked from excited to see one of his past apprentices come for an visit to complete shock that Orin is in this condition. “My son!” He called as he hurried down the short three steps to the sitting room. I felt ashamed that I had presented Orin in this way but I knew it wasn’t my fault while Orin grunted in pain while the old elder looked at me and asked what happened. I told him everything that I could up to now and h smiled a little and acting like he was very proud of me but still was quite concerned about the fact we were being hunted. The only thing I didn’t tell him was that I had a suspect already in mind and he was my own brother.
“You are the one I had been hearing about the first women and outsider of the family creed.” He said with wonder in his voice. I could see his wife scurry franticly behind him trying to get everything that Orin needs.
“Thank you sir.” I could hear my voice getting quieter by the word and silently sat down gingerly in the chair. I knew I had to keep my hood up for protection while the danger was among us but for some reason I felt safe. I let down my hood and let my red hair flow out of my hood and fall past my shoulders. I knew that it was awkward for the couple to have a young girl in the household instead of men while they watched me redo my hair in a basic braid as I flipped my hair along my shoulders and securing it with a chunk of rope.
Suddenly we hear Orin stir as he tried to stand but The Old Elder’s wife held him down with caution. “Master, we are being hunted I have to worn the others of the creed that we are all in trouble.” He whispered with his voice fading fast even though that he had been fading for a while now but Orin has been stubborn to death.
“I know Orin. Evil has already warned us.” I said and he looked at me with hopeless eyes and I made up my mind right there that I had to help with this problem. I knew that I will possibly kill a lot, some of them without knowing for sure or by false accession but I was willing to give the journey a try to save my new family and that is with the creed. “I have to leave, The Creed is calling me.” I said quickly lifted my hood and went to the door. I swung it open quickly an looked behind me to Orin for just a second to confirm that my notion is correct and then I left knowing I left Orin in good care.

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