Post by arwyn on Jun 5, 2009 7:55:29 GMT -5
"Please, please, I beg you, have mercy!" the woman cried pitifully.
"Don't worry." he crooned softly. "Just give me the information and I'll be on my way."
"He's on the second floor." she sobbed.
Sideon turned and stalked up the stairs. He could easily pick out the man's unique scent. Sad. He, an elf, could smell it. He followed it to the right room. His quarry didn't even have time to turn and see the intruder before e writhed on the floor.
"Don't cross the king." said Sideon softly.
He pulled his dagger out of the man's back and wiped it on his shirt. He quickly put it back in the sheat under his own cloak. He rummaged through the dead man's room. He found what he was looking for. The escapee. Andril the Varden's rider assassin. A cruel smile twisted his lips.
"She's mine." he whispered.
Sideon departed from the dead man's room with lightning speed. He needed to get away from the crime scene. A rider-assassin of that much power needed to be taken down imedietly. He got back to his horse and took the falcon from its perch. he quickly scribbled a letter of accomplishment to the king and sent it off. His letter also contained that he now knew the wereabouts of the esacapee. His lips twisted again. He would find her. He would decide along the way if her death would be swift and true, or slow and painfull.
He mounted and his horse bolted through the streets. People jumped out of his way. He rode out of town and toward surda where he knew she was, and where his other prey was bound to be. But first there was the matter of the dwarf. He pondered. He would have to kill him or he'd go running to Eragon.
There is absolutly no way I can take on two riders without being one myself. he thought.
Then he grinned. He knew some people who would be more than happy to kill the dwarf.
"Don't worry." he crooned softly. "Just give me the information and I'll be on my way."
"He's on the second floor." she sobbed.
Sideon turned and stalked up the stairs. He could easily pick out the man's unique scent. Sad. He, an elf, could smell it. He followed it to the right room. His quarry didn't even have time to turn and see the intruder before e writhed on the floor.
"Don't cross the king." said Sideon softly.
He pulled his dagger out of the man's back and wiped it on his shirt. He quickly put it back in the sheat under his own cloak. He rummaged through the dead man's room. He found what he was looking for. The escapee. Andril the Varden's rider assassin. A cruel smile twisted his lips.
"She's mine." he whispered.
Sideon departed from the dead man's room with lightning speed. He needed to get away from the crime scene. A rider-assassin of that much power needed to be taken down imedietly. He got back to his horse and took the falcon from its perch. he quickly scribbled a letter of accomplishment to the king and sent it off. His letter also contained that he now knew the wereabouts of the esacapee. His lips twisted again. He would find her. He would decide along the way if her death would be swift and true, or slow and painfull.
He mounted and his horse bolted through the streets. People jumped out of his way. He rode out of town and toward surda where he knew she was, and where his other prey was bound to be. But first there was the matter of the dwarf. He pondered. He would have to kill him or he'd go running to Eragon.
There is absolutly no way I can take on two riders without being one myself. he thought.
Then he grinned. He knew some people who would be more than happy to kill the dwarf.
