Chapter One

He stood at the corner of the street, just under the shadows, waiting...almost invisible, but She could see him as clear as day, all thanks to her ability which she gained after crossing over to this dimension, along with a few other abilities which she was discovering one at a time; some sort of side effect of crossing over.

She reached down to her side and touched her dark dagger, a dark coloured magic weapon that pulsed with apprehension of violence, a weapon with intelligence imbued into it through the application of arcane magic. The weapon felt cold…as if smiling at the thought of delivering death to anyone who her lover commanded her to. She felt calm from the reassurance the dagger provided her.

Then she became a shadow herself and moved with the grace of a butterfly, gliding in the shadows, approaching her target with the agility that was unmatched across universes. Within moments she was standing behind the boy who was oblivious of her presence.

She stood behind him for a few moments, then she reached out and touched the nape of his neck with her dagger that had slithered out of its sheath and into her hand at her lover's mere thought.

"Don't move"! She whispered…"Don't make any sound".

He was already standing still, but her cold whisper froze him further.

"Arita"? He whispered back to her.

"Why are you looking for me"? She asked in a low…sharp voice.

"I heard about you at the tavern". He replied.

"What did you hear"? She didn't need to ask about who he heard about her from, she was already aware of her reputation that was spreading far and wide.

She was considered the most deadly assassin to have ever lived- and feared by all. No one had ever seen her face, but what no one except her knew was that even her victims didn't know her face, they didn't even know that they were dead till their hearts stopped beating and they departed their still warm bodies.

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