Inconsequential Failure: November 2004

I wandered around the camp.

I was to assassinate a man, and the description given was hazy to the point where it could probably be any guy in the entire camp.

Looking around, I started walking, it took me ages to circle the entire encampment and took me even longer just to see if the guy I was looking for was here. After about three turns I realised that I could be here forever, and decided to turn back, perhaps try another day.

A hand fell on my shoulder and I was practically lifted off in a different direction.

The man was fairly big, practically twice my size since I was so skinny. After useless attempts at conversation I realised it wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk, but more that he couldn’t. I sighed; I was stuck with a mute big guy that was lugging me to an unknown place in the world.

I scanned the area, the tents were getting smaller; we were at the edges of the camp. I watched as I was dragged to a tent that was almost at the very edge of the camp. I was pushed right up to it and almost thrown in.

I picked myself up off the ground. It was pitch black.

I pretended that I couldn’t see anything and started yelling for a light.

There were in fact three other people in here, all of male gender. Two were big so I guessed they were the bodyguards or something and the other one was smaller, perhaps sitting down or otherwise stunted and a dwarf. I slowly silenced myself. Pretending that I had finally realised that there was no one to help me.

I looked around the dark still pretending I couldn’t see and took a cursory glance of the area.

“Is someone there?” I said, putting fear in my voice.

“Stop playing,” said the smallest guy.

I trained my line of sight on him. He just stared at me.

“Turn on the light. I think we have established that she can see in the dark,” he said.

A sudden flare of light almost blinded everyone. I heard a muttered curse.

In the new light I could see that the two men were wearing the normal army officer clothes whereas the smaller one wasn’t. He wasn’t even sitting down, just looked kinda small crouched over a little and leaning on something. He was smart. He had put his tent on the edge, away from most protection but still safe from a freak strike.

I looked around, the other two seemed determined not to move. It seemed apparent that they weren’t going to try to kill me after all giving the area a cursory glance in the light, I realised the area was full of weapons. I suppressed a smile; apparently he was a weapons fanatic.

I saw that most of the weapons were far from the door, practically the other side, the glance had taken me a few seconds and I stared into one of the men's eyes. He seemed to be unsettled. Considering it was a man that had to be twice my age, it was hard not to laugh.

Sighing, I looked back at the boy. Despite my eyes having adjusted ages ago, it had taken time for my brain to register the fact that he was the guy I was sent to kill. I looked him up and down, he was definitely still young, no doubt about that. The face was extremely similar to the description given to me, though it was hard to be sure.

I had a hard time not asking him questions. My curiosity was starting to kill me, I wanted to know what he was wanted dead for; I needed to know. It felt wrong to kill someone that young.

While I was studying him, he was studying me our eyes met and I couldn’t help but realise how extremely blue they were. I knew that he would have realised by now all of my details, it wasn’t hard.

I was fairly short, a head shorter than him, more like half a head, I was fifteen and a trained warrior, assassin, murderer, mercenary, freedom fighter and the list went on. He seemed to see right through me though, as though just a glance told him all that I had, especially the Blade I had strapped to my back.

It was a miracle that the mute man hadn’t taken it, but apparently I wasn’t seen as much of a danger, but I had shielded it from sight so it may have just meant the man outside couldn’t see it. Either way he was weak and stupid. The two other men in the room seemed to shrink back into the shadows I wanted to grab them and throttle them, it was then I fully realised that the boy in front of me was talking to them. Not physically but still talking to them, possibly via minds.

It wasn’t that hard to do, a beginner mage could make a link, though perhaps not well, the two men left with barely a rustle. They went around the boy as though afraid of me. I really didn’t mind, I’d probably have hurt them if they came near me. It seemed that the boy already knew that.

Despite the compromising situation I was in I decided to do a bit of a sweep in case of traps. I went over the area with the various levels of magic first with the lowest, Time. Time magic was a wondrous thing, it was the easiest of the four types and most mages could manage this up till level nine, the highest level.

I managed to find three traps all by the door all to freeze the person. It would be easy to walk through if you knew how to counter the traps. In my case it would have been a walk in the park, but screening the second easiest magic of Earth made me realise that this was no beginner.

There was an enormous Earth trap that extended around the entire tent and overlapped the Time trap it would pull the person down and therefore stop all movement and hope for departure. I thought for a while but it still seemed fairly easy though it was a level nine Earth magic, it was fairly troublesome, but still easy to handle.

Running it over with the second hardest magic, Water I realised that he was fairly well trained so far he was a full mage of both Time and Earth; apparently he was a full mage of Water as well. The Water trap was everywhere everything was covered in it. It was right under my feet. He was holding it at bay and the only reason I wasn’t in a terrible situation was because he could control it.

I silently applauded his abilities and level of skill.

I checked the traps of the highest magic of Fire and realised that he was well adept in that too, it was rare, extremely rare. He must be a fully fledged mage, not an Earth mage or Time mage, but a fully fledged mage that knew everything.

His Fire trap was only on the tent.

I stared hard at him, he was full of surprises. I had an overwhelming desire to hurt him just because he seemed so smug about it.

I compared him to me, he was a year older. Now that the other two were gone I could smell his Blood he was sixteen he was an elf with a touch of vampire, which technically made him a vamp and an elf but vampires didn’t like talking to anyone but pure bloods, and they were hard to come by these days, especially with all the hunters.

I was vamp, technically pure blooded demon; the last pure blooded demon. A pity they killed our race but since we aren’t a race anymore, I don’t know what I am anymore. It all changed when I was the last, I wanted to kill him just for being alive, for having a family, for having a race.

I was certain he couldn’t tell what Blood I had, he was possibly puzzling through that. I wanted to laugh at him and tell him he'd never know I was more magically capable than him. It was obvious I could do all he could and more.

There is a special magic given to demons, only pure blooded descendants could receive it. It was considered another level of Fire. Where an extremely strong mage, a fully fledged mage, would have up to level nine of Fire, all the pure bloods had level ten Fire. The level was stronger than most and we were all trained when we were born, the moment we stepped foot into the world kind of thing.

But I was special, because my parents weren’t just any crazy demons. They were the King and Queen. We demons had taken a place of our own, we had mortals and such living on it and they would obey us. We never killed them.

Just drank their blood.

We needed to live too. We had even finally developed a cloned Blood system; we could pick the perfect meals. Mine was twenty to thirty year old, male virgin half human/elf; they tasted best in my opinion. Ah, but the rest was history.

How I missed the good old days.

I was trained so early too. I was stronger than the rest and I was still a toddler, barely three when I killed my first man. Not a mortal on Cadex, our home, but a mortal that attacked our home; attacked the safety of Cadex.

We fought back, the first time my training came into good use. I had studied like a Princess was supposed to. It wasn’t that hard; some maths, common language, geography, and other boring languages. It went quite well, and then the hunters came but that's a different story; that was my past.

Here was a smug bastard that seemed to think that he had already won. So I decided to teach him a lesson, one that he would never forget.

I froze him.

He didn’t know that I could. Only mages of stronger or equal strength would know what another mage's ability was. That's why I knew his, but he'd never know mine. I was trained from birth till five years of age. I could kill a man with a toothpick.

I would never allow this fool to kill me. I had my revenge to live for, and then I would hope to pass through this world, I would never go back never be Queen again.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t face my past.

He had the smug look frozen to his face. I desperately restrained myself from hurting him badly. I took down all his traps and looked around; it never hurt to see what the enemy knew. I looked at the sheets on the table; it was full of battle plans and more garbage. Perhaps I should take the idiot alive, I might even get paid more, but I looked at him and wondered if I would kill him accidentally on purpose on the way there.

I relaxed and felt around the camp, the familiar feel of magic ran through my veins again as I used it to gather info on my surroundings. There were three men outside the tent door, the rest of the camp was eating; at least most of them were. Sighing I walked over to examine the boy up close.

He wasn’t ugly.

That was certain, most girls would be swooning over him by now, but I had developed a fair dislike of men after the slaughter. Shaking the memory I studied his Blade.

Blades had the true name written on it. It was born as part of the spine reading the hilt the name was Bladeslasher, such a boring name, yet so true to his character. He seemed to know how to fight at least. I gathered info until I got sore, then using magic, shielded myself from sight.

I had sent him a fairly strong message of being stronger by destroying his traps. When I unfroze him he held the smug look until he realised he had lost me. Then he probed around with his magic sense to realise that I had destroyed his traps. He went outside so fast that I knew that he wouldn’t be easy to fight and win against, even I would have to break a sweat to win, that was generally a terrible thing but something told me not to kill him.

Listening to my conscience was getting me further than anything else, so I listened and observed. There was nothing else for me to do.

Night settled; men slept.

He was worried for a while before sleeping as well. Dropping my shield I watched him sleep.

It was scary, I usually hated guys, at least pretended to, but suddenly it hit me as a flutter. I had almost sworn to being an avenger and now I suddenly had feelings recalling the lifelong training from my parents. I used the strength I had left to teleport myself into the woods near the camp and slept in a tree. The memories came back to haunt me. Usually I was justified in my killing and nightmares never came but I didn’t kill these people this was my story before my tenth birthday.

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