[At the first intersection of the road to Avelon, dark silhouette silently awaits. Calm and relaxation, instead of hiding him make him stand out. Black clothing contrast sharply with the red hair. At one point, a mounted horse approaches from north. Without saying a word and without even dismounted, handed him its a small parchment wrapped. Smiling, he took it and put it in his pocket, then disappearing into the night. An angel passed, with the eyes closed of his terrifying smile.]
[The room was covered in a dim light, coming from nobody knows where. He never understood why it is still light in the room when all lights are turned off. Is simply never sufficiently dark, pitch dark. He rises from bed and heading to the bathroom, passing mirror. An almost cadaveric white tall body, with red hair fell on the shoulders smiles from the mirror. He’s satisfied. Nothing seems to betray any disease, any fault, any guilt. On the table near the mirror is spread out the "writ". Smiling gently, he’s entering the bathroom, singing… “Butterfly, you’ve lost your wings ... Lord have cut them cut ... "]
It’s a rainy evening. I like summer rains, but not to get me wet. Walking, I'm not rushing anywhere, i-m searching for some kind of a shelter. People on the road hit me, in their hurry to get home, hiding from the rain or whom knows what else. So many people ... If I would know your thoughts and everyone's life ... How much we’d move. How much we’d know.
Rain gives me no peace, and this is starting to annoy me. I’m seeking with the eyes a safer place. I do not use to find shelter in some taverns or bars. I do not like de crowd. And generally, I do not like to many people around me. I watch the sky, the moon is hidden behind clouds and I know it's almost time. I smile satisfied.
Rain gives a sign to stop, and I give up searching for a solution for the water drops that fall from the sky.
I’m slowly walking towards the place, thinking of nothing but emptiness. As I approach the destination, quiet, calm and smiling, rain almost to stop and on my black cape drops slid rapidly.
The moon shows signs that she wants to get rid of the curtain of clouds. Everything seems on my way tonight. I'm going to temple. Approach by midnight, I'm alone on the road. I’m heading for the right side of the building and look at the giant symbol that is to be found in the yard, to the left main entrance. Symbol whom meaning was forgotten. I smile. People are so influential ...
mple. Right next is the priest's house, in the same yard. I smile to the high fence concrete that is surrounding the shrine. Approximately one and a half feet tall, I do not have any effort to jumping it with a simple tension. Once I’ve got into the temple courtyard, the massive building shade covers me entirely.
Instantly, I duck down and start packaging my cape. It reaches a small shape that way, and I can catch it at the belt. A dog is howling somewhere close, and makes me smile again. I always wondered how many things animals can sense…
The black costume below keeps me warm, as it’s tight in my body. If I only had a different hair color, I could’ve be unnoticed in the dark. With the gloves on, I’m checking the blade. Galory wing is always at its position, faithfully serving her master. After a fast bow towards the massive symbol representing probably a god, I’m heading for the priest’s house. There are no guards around the house, since it’s midnight and the sentinel’s shift are changing at the temple.
After the rain, the grass is slippery. I get used quickly. Slowly, I head towards what looks like a dog kennel. I also immediately see a sleeping animal inside. In complete silence, I approach the kennel and in a brief moment Galory instantly cuts its head off. An angel passes by, sighing. No sound, no growl. That's what I call a good dog.
I'm heading for home. Time is short, guards can appear any time after the shift is changed. A pale light of a lamp can be seen in a room. I gotta quick thinking a way to get inside, so I quickly give a tour around the house. In the back I discover a door that opens to some kind of patio with garden. I try the door but is locked. I immediately operates the two cures for such stubborn doors and after few seconds the door is opened. Pressing easily, to get a glance inside, I observe a carpet at the entrance. Smiling, I’m rubbing my feet on the carpet and get inside. In almost total darkness I move quickly, however, faster distinctly objects in the room. Sounds like a waiting room that opens a living room. On a wall, the same symbol, at a smaller scale, hangs above the bed. The canopy bed leads the most of the room, while big chairs and tables completes the furniture. Large golden relics lies all over the room. Not giving anymore attention to detail, I turn to the room where you can see pale light. Door is opened, and a person is napping.
I remain in the door to track movements. I would have liked him to be more awake. But ultimately this is not very important. Easy, I begin to move through the room. An undeserved opulence. riest lying on the
armchair, his head fell to one side, with legs stretched out on a leaning, dressed in what appears to be a nightdress. Fast I’m going to him and Galory wing is deeply implanted in the stomach.
He opened his eyes almost instantly and is an expression of wonder, pain, helplessness. His eyes were fixed on mine.Open mouth, seemed to say something, but a short and precise blade move creates a path through the navel to the neck in a fraction of second, splitting everything in its way and his head falls inert on the right side. The blood was all over his armchair.
Cleaning my blade on his foot, I dive my hand into his blood, then press it on the wall near the symbol as the mark of the assassination. Then I turn off the lamp and exit.
I slip outside. It's pretty cold now, and I'm going fast towards the high fence. Passing by the dog pen, and smiling, I whisper "bow wow" to it. I do not any answer. I jump the fence as easy as the first time. The guards were nowhere to see, and I’m getting lost in the night. The moon is hiding away behind the clouds, protecting her son.
