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streaks—highlighting his features—presenting the evident frown
on his face. I ignore him and remove my cloak before placing it on
the chair at the opposite end of the small room. “Why are you
here?”
    “ I’m here
to deliver  this .” he says
as he reveals a red envelop with a golden seal. I advance towards
him and remove it from his grasp; his now free hand intertwines
with his other fingers as he watches me, as I inspect the seal,
critically. It was from the Order. I break the seal and slip out
the parchment; written in a familiar hand.
    The only hand I
fully recognize.
     
    Dear Commander
Rodregas,
    I have been made aware you ’re in contact with the package; however,
something has come up. I’m in a predicament that will require for
you to take a detour, a pastor has been identified calibrating with
demons where his organization The Blood Brethren is responsible for
brainwashing and impendent Zylarian sacrifices.
    I would have had another for this job but
I ’m short
listed since our King and the royal family have been lost to us. No
one knows if they are dead or alive. So our Order is only dwindling
in size. After the neutralization of this threat you are to return
to the Castle I’ll have your next assignment waiting.
    Chief
Commander Gustof Donnavin
     
    “ He  can’t  be
serious,” I state calmly to Hazlitt. Hazlitt de Lialaz is a Shadow
Messenger the best I know of with his black clothes and his style
of sartorial allows him to move easily within the shadows. His hood
now positioned around his shoulders which makes his shoulders
appear much broader.
    “ The
Chief  always  is.”
I know what he means, all too well.
    “ But then
that means I have to involve  that  civilian.” I say deep in thought, Hazlitt moves to
his feet and places a hand on my shoulder.
    “ You’ll
think of something . . . you always do.” He strides towards the
closed glass window and pushes it open. “In the meantime you’re
going to have to, the others are spread throughout the world. If
you require assistance, you won’t have it.” He leaves. I stare at
the open window before I reluctantly move to close it.  
 

3
The
Assassin
     
    The light
of the next day, touches the room, in a calming but alerting
manner. I push the pale sheets from over my form and stand,
the under suit I wear
covers my breasts and hips in V-leg shapes. It’s something, I can
take off when I want but it only moves elsewhere on my body. It’s
practically a part of my skin. Something that can be controlled at
will—no surprise really—it’s
protection—it’s  our  protection.
    My species are
warriors.
    We are
given no vulnerability and no way to die . . . we’ll almost. There
are still things in this world that can harm us but we ensure our
enemy never has a chance to acquire it. We were one of those
species given the term:  gods  even though we were no such thing. We were created by
the King of the angels and the blood of the Queen of the
demons.
    So,  We , were the
result. Striding to the bathroom, I step into the white tub and
turn on the shower. I allow my mind to relax under the warm beads.
By the time I’m done, my ‘Gazric’—the suit I couldn’t remove from
my body, shifts around my right wrist. The black thick scales wrap
itself around my slender coffee coloured forearm. Our skin—the
Gazric—is fierce yet an elegant appearance of a dragon.
    Dragons.  The biological representation of what we are—we are
feared which makes me distance myself, emotionally, from those
around. Especially when; monsters, demons and even angels are after
our blood especially those of the  pure-breed . I find myself later that day, at the front
counter signing out of our rooms, with new supplies. Varden waits
patiently on a recliner and I move past him after I had said my
good-byes to Dana. “So we’re  not  going to the Headquarters?”
    “ No.”
    “ Why?”
    “ I have
an errand to do, something that only I can do.” I