Last Chance At Life

TWO

War was upon us. The Austrian horses glinted in the moonlight, their riders standing tall in the saddle, swords raised. Ready to fight and protect the people with their lives... everyone but me that was. I was a girl, and no one would let me fight for our people.

I was standing in the doorway of my house, but was ushered back inside as everyone was rushing to get out of the way.

But I immediately ran back out just as the warriors ran by, armour clashing together. Only to be thrown back again by a gust of wind from the warriors marching by my hut’s open door. Blowing my silky auburn hair across my scarred face.

I now live on my own.

My father perished in a brutal fire two years ago and my mother left to a different city, leaving me behind. I do not know how she could leave her child behind, but she did, as if I didn’t matter or exist. For all I knew she was dead... Most people that left for the war never came back. Either due to death or the only ones left standing or even a change of sides. But ever since my father perished in the fire that those ghastly beasts created. I have devoted my life and soul to training for the oncoming war. To a day that may never come around. I was an assassin.

A brutal assassin, I work undercover at one of the nearby shrines. When the citizens leave a note and coins on the front pedestal, I fulfil the wishes. They can vary from revenge for death to the need for better crop turnouts. Though most of the time it is a request for revenge.

Tonight, was the same. Tonight, I would kill.

I never let anyone see me, hiding in the shadows of the nearby buildings and stealthily running through the streets in the dead of the night. With a black leather and iron outfit and razor-sharp blades slung over my shoulder. Mask covering majority of my scarred face.

During the day my close family friends that survived the depression of losing their loved ones, look after me. A couple of them stop me at night to help with dinner, but not tonight. Tonight, I will join the warriors in the march towards peace and freedom.

By sneaking around in the shadows at the back of the group, I made it to the battle field. The place that was once a place where I could relax and collect my thoughts. The sounds of the grass and leaves rustling, with the birds chirping in the distance and the deer grazing. Now a scene of blood, swords and dead soldiers everywhere. All you could hear in the meadow now was the clashing of swords, Land mines, screams and orders.