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Eriey walked into the dark alley. The damp cobbles seemed to add to the evil of the cold night breeze as if the whole world was filled with fluid malevolence. He was unable to concentrate. His mind started wandering and Eli’s face ripped into his consciousness again. Such a peaceful man... he didn’t seem to have one shred of darkness in his soul, he thought, absently scratching off imaginary pain from the scar on his jaw. The world is indeed a cruel place, he concluded.
Suddenly compassion overwhelmed him. He felt it getting greater and greater as it went up through his throat, towards his eyes. He forced himself not to cry.
Something moved. He turned and noticed the dagger already pointing at his heart, time suddenly standing still. The moonlight reflected from the blade was hypnotic; he could appreciate the beauty of that perfect, purple-bluish, sharp light. He knew that in less than an instant it would plunge into his heart, yet he was not afraid.
However, time waits for no man and so... he died.
The cold alley seemed to suck the light right out of the air. The stranger seemed immune to it as he moved certain of his every step. He purposefully walked into the tavern through the back door.
Eli picked up the empty mugs off the table and smiled at the compliments of his clients. He felt content with himself. Event though the tavern wasn’t large, nor fancy, it was renowned for the exquisite food and the quality of its owners who always made the time to share their patron’s joys and sorrows.
He always had a kind word for the troubled as well as honest joy for others’ accomplishments and people knew it, he though as he walked back to the bar. Eli was one of those old, caring people who simply had enough experience to instantly know what you were feeling.
People on long journeys would rather get here in the middle of the night than stop at another tavern on the road.
“What’s wrong?†The suit voice woke him up from daydreaming. He looked up and smiled seeing the beautiful face of his daughter as she was regarding him intensely trying to spot the cause of trouble. She was so cute as she was squinting that his grin got bigger and bigger until it covered his whole face. A wave of lively joy overwhelmed him and he started laughing and kissed her on the forehead.
Her green eyes and unbelievable grace had made a lot of men crazy, but her youthful, honest ways simply dazzled them beyond belief. He was really proud of her, he realized. Deya was his treasure and he knew she loved him too, more than she could ever say.
“We’re out of ale!†she said, smiling and raising an eyebrow purposefully.
“Ummmâ€, Ely knew what he had to do.
He turned and went into the next room, shaking his head and smiling to himself at the way he was commanded around. He knew he liked it.
Suddenly his heart froze as he caught the look in the stranger’s eyes. He was just a bit taller him and not very large. He stood there, in the shadows, like a crouching tiger ready to jump. His gaze was ice cold. There was no emotion, only purpose... evil, deadly purpose. Even though he hadn’t moved a muscle he knew there was no escape from what was about to happen.
“Whhy?†he muttered, a cold shiver going up his spine.
“The count of Carrathras is deeply hurt by your words at the gathering.†he said in a thoughtful voice.
There was no other way this would end; this man was not the hot angered fool he was accustomed to seeing. He was deadly intelligent, implacable in his doings.
He looked down, regret overwhelming him.
“Be quick about it.â€, he asked as he looked up again at the cold gaze.
For the first time the stranger blinked as he looked down, the air shifting for a split second. The dagger was already deep within Eli’s heart when the stranger looked up saying in quiet voice, almost kindly:
“Let it go.â€
The door opened suddenly as Deya amusingly called for her father:
“Father, the customers are...†Her body shivered violently as she caught sight of the bloody weapon. Her face froze in twisted shapes that echoed the pain inside.
The stranger unexpectedly made a grimace of comprehension as he regarded her, then looked down at her father lying lifelessly on the flood. He turned and left hastily leaving the back door open.
For another second she remained motionless as stone. The anger took control of her and she suddenly sprang into action. She ran, took a dagger from her father’s closet, turned quickly towards the door and jumped the three steps outside hitting the opposing wall violently with her elbow. She got up and ran as fast as she could after the jaw scared stranger...
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