Extra Stories 4

There are children and the parents who should be so in this life, but it was never meant. In a way that Tommen Baratheon was saved from the Nests of Bees, Kings and Queens alike, with the woman who knew that he was her son in the past life, and now, in Gondolin, they have the exchanged respect they wrote to each other. It is the same with Rhaegar Targaryen, when it comes to Jon Snow, so close and miles apart, but still feel what it could be if the Past wasn’t the Past, but the present of the Sandman.

This is where it begins. The Pope was in the good mood, in the abundance of his feelings, this is what it means to be one with the world of the Qarth. He was coming from afar, from the delta of river Sirius, from its mouths, the jade riversides were streaming into the part of the Jade Gates, only much more farther. Ah, it was the great day for travelling, and all what he must do, when he arrives is to express the gratitude toward the people who will flock around like the sheep to have a glimpse at his Holiness, for it was their faith, and his Holy Seat was on the neighboring outskirts. When the Jade Gates, opened with ease, there were those who were waiting the arrival. For which even Daxos didn’t even know, he paid for the protection, not for the assassination. There shall be even the speech, and the flocking people had waylaid the risen podium.

This is where he will sermonize. The people were so thrilled, to see what they will hear and to hear what he was meant to say, and one Eagle was always there, as if it was the cry from the city of God. He flew in the other direction, back to the gloved hand of his hooded master. The Sandman. Daario Naharis pulled the hood down, he knew that the time has come, and let him speak. It shall be his last. What Daxos, one of the representatives, really couldn’t know is that he is being betrayed. He paid for defense, not for taking the Pope’s life, although, that man was equally to be blamed for those who are unseen, the starving under the feet of the rich.

They say that the religion exists to keep the masses in control, so that they couldn’t turn against their Masters. I say, that the religion exists, so that the Masters protect themselves while imposing their sins on those less fortunate than them.

It was no different.

For the Assassin’s Creed did make the difference, and they will infiltrate and they will proliferate, but you never know on whose expense, for whose cost, for they had their own goals. And no one knew which those were, not even the House of Black and White, their kin guild, the one that is free and neutral, but never bordered to be the next annexed with the elven worlds. This is where Assassin’s Creed will come into the picture.

They were keeping the darkness at bay, they were there for people, doing the hardest and the dirties, running blood, smearing selves in the same, and for one grudge, against the same as theirs, wasn’t enough for betrayal, but it was for her, for Nina who couldn’t stand when she was being admonished by the same man when she killed the child that would one day prove to be the next evil in the world, they couldn’t know that, but each time when she had the feel, no one believed her, taking her as mad, and so, her fate was sealed, and she thought that she is sealing even him with her, for the grudge and bitterness between the humanity never fails. He hooded himself back, readying himself to do it all in white and primed. While the Pope was on the daises of the highest levels so that everyone could hear him, but he did notice that suspicious Eagle, how it flies around, catching the prey above.

- The lushness of the life – he was so high, that each head could listen and hear him, the eyes are aimed at him – is not about what they tell you. Do not ever grasp on the lavishness of something that is non-existing for you, and what you will never have, so, concentrate selves on what you do have, and the soul of yours shall burgeon the new buds, those which you will hand upon the next generation that needs to serve, so that the culture may flourish so. Without the service, there is no laugh in God. And it is for all of us who have to have this blind faith in the God that delivers on its own heedfulness. So, my children of the Orthodox Faith, let us go down on our knees which I shall not bend, I am too old, but you can – he winks at them and people on the cue from the Holy Father were bending their knees in the torrential currents, like the dance of the gown’s welts, specifically the poor ones who saw the salvation in his words, whiles most of them stood still and taller, those were the richer among them. – That is right, when you bend, we may walk over you, but not in the way that we are seeing it convenient, it is unconventional to think in such a way, for the luxuriance is not in the luxury itself, it is the privilege of those who deserved it, and if you wish to be deserving, you must bend ever harder and that is the gist of the Faith, to slave yourselves, so that one day, there will be others who will do the services to you as you are doing for me, and now, let us pray the words of the God – at that moment, there was some slight cacophony, the people were moving aside. In rows, the ones afore, were turning their heads, there was the man, and he was doing it in the plain sight.

There was even Doreah, she couldn’t believe it. She was one of them, one of Assassins, each of them, had their own errands, but seeing this man, the legend among assassins, how his Eagle is preying on, during the event, whilst he moves with such relief, with no doubt in him, is cathartic.

This was his creed, the credence of the lost words. He shall never surrender. You may have him only in death, for he was Daario Naharis, the greatest amongst the assassins, and no one knew how he operated and where he is going next, even amongst his own kindred.
That is a benediction that didn’t come from Aman Island, Blessed Realm in Valinor, the continent that was laying west of the Middle Earth, across the great ocean Belegaer, whiles the Island of Tol Eressea lays just on the eastern shore, all was linked together. For his undying wish was not to see Undying Lands, but to be able to walk them, and not to be converted into the free slaves of the Elves, who were having the restricted freedoms, it shall not be his fate, the one he could feel that is sneaking upon him, the one he has in mind to elude. For he does know that someone did come for him, matters less how or who. He didn’t know what is a qualm, till you didn’t even reveal the word to him, with such confidence, certainty in his capabilities and skillfulness, was demanding the reverence of God proportions. If anyone was doing the God’s duty, it was those of the Assassin’s Creed, and she must sell him, so that she may live.

Ah, such was a life. But who knows what the fate has in store yet. The Guards were already there, the people made the space, the way for him to move without any hardship, the tips of toxic spears rose against, they saw these men as the darkness, but they only lived in the one, so that they may rain the light, then, the strict voice has thundered across the plain grounds, and people were spinning around, gossiping among themselves, to see what is being eventuated right in front of their eyes. – Stop, do not move, you cannot go no further, you shall not pass – the Pope was already running away while the unrest in people was rising, with his slavish cohorts who catered to his needs, they were running, but he shall not succeed to go further. The eagle has stricken, the people were shooting at it, but it was no ordinary winged animal and it was far in the clouds, taking the shelter there, it did its duty, it was his to do the rest, it was surreal to watch the man in action, for the hooded man was up in the air, from both hands were drawn the stashed poniards, this was his only chance, in the din of the people’s commotion who were fleeing in screams, the lances and javelins were on him, but to some miracle, he not only dodged them all and used his deathly skills to execute and slay, but with one venomous dart, he had Pope, taking his head, the man was denied even of the prayers.

How he appeared, and so he was gone. Doreah has met his ice glance, and she knew, this was no ordinary man also. She withdrew, having what to apprise to her Elf Lord. While the grains of sand were left behind the Sandman, by the decapitated body that was squirting the blood in rivulets. Still twitching, he massacred him, hard. Daxos was lost for words, in the state of denial, as one of representatives of the crowned jewel of the human culture that was living on the velvet grain dunes, Qarth, while mild gusts were waving at all rose palm trees on a jade river of spring.

- What is in the Inner Chamber, it stays within, no Masters or Mistresses of Whisperers to know anything – Doreah was repeating it to herself, in the hopes that she won’t be found out, veiling herself into the throngs of kinfolk, coming back to relegate the message.
Meanwhile, she was speaking with her horse, Huan, through telepathy connections.

- Do you trust her? What if she protects, in the end, that man? – Why would she waste her chances? – I didn’t mean it that way. – I trust her, there is something about her, and there is something…about else, have you sensed it? – I did, the shadow. – We thought how that man was the one, he wasn’t. – There is another one, the one we missed. – The one who was first, before us? – That is true, but he stays in his hiding place. – He won’t reveal himself. – Not only that, there is something with him too. – Ah, the dragon.

- Another Targaryen. – I am not a Targaryen, I am Wolf. – You are the child of both realms, but nevertheless, you chose to be Wolf. – You came to me. – It is also true, but, I do not know, where is that menace? – We shall see, he must have come for the same reason.

- Like what? – The prey that is unclaimed and inhibited. – The same man? – Who knows, perchance, that person ends up being surprised. – And that girl of ours, she may only veil herself or be someone else? Is she like the related to the Faceless God? Or the one that thirsts blood? – She has her perks. – Aha, so, we may use her as the double bait. She already allured our prey, but she may do it with the young shadow too. – Very well then. When she briefs us, we shall see how we are filling the gaps in a chaos.

Meantime, Exalior was already there, just as they suspected. From the first lines, he had espied everything. However, he was the lone bystander with his tiny fox which he petted on the head. Instead, it was the Dragon Beauty, the one that may surpass the named Gentle Purple, the people who adore Meraxes or simply Mera, they are also shapeshifters, but still too young not to pass unsighted, for they would pass undetected if it weren’t for the much older and knowledgeable Elf than him. He moved away, noticing that one girl, the youngish looking one.

She was the one who had fixated the eyes on the assassin, tempting him to her, and after, she disappeared veiled in. It was a beauty unlike he had ever had any probability to lay his purple irises on. Perhaps, in hunting one man, he found what he looked for. It seems that fates were weaving anon with Silmarils into which are captured hallow lights of Twin Trees. Favorite is silver that woke Elves.
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- Nina from Hill House (Holy and Holly), never told us that there are beauties beyond imagining. – So, whom do we hunt at the end? – We shall see, this is becoming too much complex here!