The Warrior and Criminal

Chapter 1

Fighting, killing, avenging, repeat. That seems to be the pattern of my life recently, fighting those who have betrayed another, delivering a head to a coward who is too afraid to clean his own mess, avenging the person who was wronged, and repeating it, day to day, night to night. I never wanted this life, but when my house was mysteriously destroyed and my family was killed, that's when this raw and primal anger had built inside of me, fighting its way out. So here I am now. Call me an assassin, call me a warrior, call me a soldier, for I am the only one who can be bothered to go against the system, and destroy the cocky civilians and leaders who believe they can rule the world.

I sit in my chambers, the candlelight flickering on the wall, as I tenderly brush each knot out of my hair, and use the gentle pad of makeup on my face. I inhale deeply, praying I won't be here for long. This place is too modern for me, too fancy even. I am used to sleeping on a haystack, sometimes even hard wooden floors. This room is on the contrary. The pillows are fluffed, delicately filled with thousands of feathers, the mattress is soft like a cloud, and the walls smell of expensive perfume and flowers. As I slip into my long black dress and a gold corset, I walk out of my chambers, exhaling deeply before heading to the dining hall where I am expected any minute.

I pray that the King is nothing like Prince Leon, who was an absolute jerk to me earlier. If he is, I would gladly deliver his head and Leon's head on a gold plate to dogs. As I walk in, it seems as though the lively chatter around me instantly dies, as all heads turn to stare at me. I straightened my shoulders, and inhaled deeply, before announcing myself.

"My name is Helena. Your Highness, you requested my presence," I say calmly yet firmly, as I clutch my sword tied around my waist.

"Ahh, yes, Helena, the well-known assassin, I do remember requesting your presence, although, I thought you were a male, are you sure you are the right person?" He asks drunkenly.

Hold your anger in, do not kill him, he is drunk.

I take a deep breath, before speaking. "Your highness, I can assure you I am more than capable of taking down whoever it is you need," I say calmly. I watch as a flicker of surprise crosses his face and I have to fight the urge to smile at his dumbfounded face. I stand there, awaiting his response.

"Fine then, you shall take down Malakye, you know, the criminal, anyone who has tried to go after him has died, so best of luck, now get out of my sight." He grins, dismissing me. I walk to the kitchen, steal some soup and bread, and walk to my chamber with it.

Just because I am a f*****g female does not make me any less capable of doing harm, I will kill Malakye, and prove these morons wrong. People always underestimate just how much damage I can create. I could bring the world down if I want to, but your blindness has stopped you from seeing the strength and power that a woman can hold, and I cannot wait to see your faces when I come back with this criminals head on a plate. I also cannot wait to see your head on a plate some day. When that day comes, I shall dance around it, and celebrate the cleanliness of the world without your toxic energy. We shall wait for now though, remain on task.