CHAPTER 0: ANATHEMA
I dashed forward and flung my right arm backwards, gears began to spin rapidly from under my sleeve, releasing a long dagger from underneath. I swung the blade arm wildly at the cloaked man. He side stepped and softly dodged all the swings with moving as little as possible but enough for him to move clearly out of the way. I wasn't going to win this. My skill was no where near as good as this mans. I couldn't help but scream.
"Die Magus... Just got to hell!"
I swung even faster, determined to slice this man into oblivion. He let out a chuckle and stops the blade with his two fingers. My eyes opened wide. It was over. All I had fought for... Everything I had come to believe. All my trust. My compassion and lust to be like this man... It was all over. What did I have left? My best friend Zel, laying half-dead at the side of the room. His own arm was severed off. I couldn't even tell if Zel was awake or if he had given into the pain and passed out. All I knew was that he was close to death and I had let him down. I had done everything I could to protect him and it wasn't enough... I had failed... I realized this all to late, as a sharp pain snapped me out of my thoughts of remorse. Things suddenly became bright... I couldn't see anything, but I could hear his voice.
"You're to weak Loci."
Those words... Burned into the back of my mind. All I could think about was how weak I was. Was this really all I could do? I had visions of my past. Being raised in the Dark Brotherhood with Zel. It wasn't the most honest life style, but it was what we knew best. We were assassins. There was no covering up the horrible truth. I wasn't proud of what I was, but again it was what I knew best. I knew how to kill... How to use stealth to get the job done and not have any complications. I never screwed up a job. It was always done to the up most of perfection. That was how we operated. Zel was the same. We were the perfect group... It was then the faces appeared. I had always told myself that when the job was done, I would never look back. I would never look at a face, at the face of who I had killed. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to have nightmares and be haunted by the face of some innocent man I had just slaughtered because some shady gambler didn't want to pay off his debt. It didn't work though... I never once looked them in the eyes during the kill, during their execution... But the nightmares came. I imagined what they would have looked like, having there lives cut short... It killed me inside... I guess that's how I ended up where I was. As the visions faded back into the bright nothingness... That to began to fade back into the cruel reality that was now. There I was, on my knees... I looked down to see a dagger thrust into my chest. Just an inch away from my own dark heart. As I looked at it all I could think about... Was failure. Was there a way this could have been avoided? I slumped down onto the floor and face first into a puddle of my own blood. My vision started to fade, but not to white this time... It faded into darkness.
I dashed forward and flung my right arm backwards, gears began to spin rapidly from under my sleeve, releasing a long dagger from underneath. I swung the blade arm wildly at the cloaked man. He side stepped and softly dodged all the swings with moving as little as possible but enough for him to move clearly out of the way. I wasn't going to win this. My skill was no where near as good as this mans. I couldn't help but scream.
"Die Magus... Just got to hell!"
I swung even faster, determined to slice this man into oblivion. He let out a chuckle and stops the blade with his two fingers. My eyes opened wide. It was over. All I had fought for... Everything I had come to believe. All my trust. My compassion and lust to be like this man... It was all over. What did I have left? My best friend Zel, laying half-dead at the side of the room. His own arm was severed off. I couldn't even tell if Zel was awake or if he had given into the pain and passed out. All I knew was that he was close to death and I had let him down. I had done everything I could to protect him and it wasn't enough... I had failed... I realized this all to late, as a sharp pain snapped me out of my thoughts of remorse. Things suddenly became bright... I couldn't see anything, but I could hear his voice.
"You're to weak Loci."
Those words... Burned into the back of my mind. All I could think about was how weak I was. Was this really all I could do? I had visions of my past. Being raised in the Dark Brotherhood with Zel. It wasn't the most honest life style, but it was what we knew best. We were assassins. There was no covering up the horrible truth. I wasn't proud of what I was, but again it was what I knew best. I knew how to kill... How to use stealth to get the job done and not have any complications. I never screwed up a job. It was always done to the up most of perfection. That was how we operated. Zel was the same. We were the perfect group... It was then the faces appeared. I had always told myself that when the job was done, I would never look back. I would never look at a face, at the face of who I had killed. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to have nightmares and be haunted by the face of some innocent man I had just slaughtered because some shady gambler didn't want to pay off his debt. It didn't work though... I never once looked them in the eyes during the kill, during their execution... But the nightmares came. I imagined what they would have looked like, having there lives cut short... It killed me inside... I guess that's how I ended up where I was. As the visions faded back into the bright nothingness... That to began to fade back into the cruel reality that was now. There I was, on my knees... I looked down to see a dagger thrust into my chest. Just an inch away from my own dark heart. As I looked at it all I could think about... Was failure. Was there a way this could have been avoided? I slumped down onto the floor and face first into a puddle of my own blood. My vision started to fade, but not to white this time... It faded into darkness.
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