Fate of A White Flower

uards saw them as little more than shadowed blurs caused by the flickering lights. They stopped a few meters away from where seven guards say on benches laughing and drinking together. Behind

around her head, slightly dirtied by the less than pristine surroundings. Her nose was small and pointed in a manner that that fit well with her soft looking pink lips. Bu

s were still talking and laughing boisterously, completely oblivious to the approaching danger. Just like the previous times, a

s to see better, only to find a concealed face staring back at him. Fear shot through the man and he spun around on his heel to alert the other guards. Before he could get out more than a whimper, a chai

eir weapons with shaky hands in terror of an invisible danger. Out of nowhere, the chain returned and dragged off a young man with low cut hair to his quick death. They turned t

ck and was struck across the face by the blunt hard metal end of the second assassin's staff. The blow was strong enough to crack his skull and he crumpled to the floor in a heap.

e a living serpent, bringing death everywhere it went. He threw the blade towards one of the remaining guards and the man brought up his sword to defend

ug on the chain and the blade severed the man's neck halfway, spraying blood everywhere. The assassin then leapt up into the air and i

the assassins went toward the cell with slow careful steps. Inside the cell, the girl stumbled back from the door in an effort to put as much distance as possible between her and the dark clothed men. For the first time since her capture, she was

With an ominous click, the door creaked open and he slipped inside only to vanish instantly into the shadows. Alarmed, the girl attempted to escape

already their recently arrived spear-wielding comrade when he saw them. Both men laid eyes on their acquired target and nodded furtively to the third man. All