Untitled. by Dennis Yu

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His sharp eyes were fixated on the newcomers, and he shifted his glance to one of the card players, and nodded slightly.
Koubal did not miss a single beat. He shifted over to the Sergeant, and said ever so casually,
"We are being observed. What do we do?"
*
Elezar took the back door out of the establishment, and breathed in a gust of fresh air. He was so close to his goal. A few more days, and he would be free to pursue his goal of killing Lord Cathys, the murderer of his parents. He paused, as he thought of the momentous task that was head of him, his destiny. His mind wandered, back to the fateful night when his parents, his life were lost, his destiny formed.
He was rollicking freely in the grassy meadows, content riding on his horse. He heard the distant tolling bell that signified a meeting. He frowned at the irregularity of this. He started walking back, his guard following silently, pondering in his young mind what could have prompted the bell.
He paused, horrified as he saw the grisly sight that presented itself to him. His vision blurred, tears masking the horrific view.
The manor which he made his abode was either burnt or burning. There was carnage everywhere, the invaders hiding from their guilt in helmets. Save one. Lord Cathys, helmet off, his hair blowing freely, a maniacal expression on his face.
Wordless, his personal guard ran down the slope, bloodlust in his eyes and sword out. It availed him not. An archer calmly drew and fired. His nameless guard fell. There was no burial.
Elezar crept away from the horrifying scene, weeping into his hands. He hitched a ride with a kindly farmer, and made to the nearest city. There, without a future and without a family, he signed his life away to the Guild, with one purpose, one destiny in mind.
Revenge.
He cleared his mind of the miasma, and focused on the task ahead. There would be no mercy. The past would come and bite deep on Lord Cathys.
*
Casually, Sergeant Leipol got up and stretched, his eyes scanning the room in the meantime. He soon realized that there was indeed a spy in the midst. He sat back down and murmured to Koubal,
"That dark card player...I've never seen a gambler with so many knives on him. Shadow him."
Koubal calmly walked out of the door, and crouched in the stables behind his mount, waiting for the conspicuously dark spy to leave via the hidden back entrance he had spied earlier and report to his superiors. Momentarily, the spy slinked out of the building and after taking a quick hurried look around, walked away.
Koubal stayed behind a cautious distance, tailing the assassin carefully and keeping an eye on his own trail.
Before he had gone far, he realized that he himself had two dark shadows trailing him. He swore and ducked into the next doorway. There he paused, and waited.
*
Elezar continued along the path, aware that he was being covered by two fellow assassins, whose role was to sweep behind Elezar, and eliminate anyone who dared to follow Elezar back to the Guild proper. He was caught in his musings over the Lord Cathys and his goal for revenge when he realized that there was indeed a shadow following him and that he would have to be wary.
Heart beating, he began to sprint with his legs pumping towards the hideout.