1 Capther 1

Boom, a deafening noise woke him up, he did not understand what was happening his vision was blurred and he could not open his right eye an excruciating pain similar to a thousand blades came from both the eye and the right arm, abundant blood gushed from the arm, he raised his sleeve to see and the sight he found surprised him: written, written all over his arm in a language he did not understand, with letters of the most obscure meaning.

he quickly reached into his pocket and took the small mirror his mother had given him and checked his eye, there was nothing strange apart from a small cut above the eyebrow, put his hand over the eye and opened it forcefully and could not believe what a normal eye saw but with the red pupil with a black vortex-like effect while the retina furrowed by black capillaries, he let himself go in amazement and as he thought about how and when it had happened he felt a hand squeeze him and a voice calling him:

get up from you you have to run away I hold them back, you hear me son from you have to run away, Mahel come on I hold them back, the pain in my arm became stronger and stronger, his sight was clouding, his ears were whistling his one eye closed and everything was black ...

He opened his eyes sweaty, with a sore right eye he sat up on the bed so as not to vomit, his arm was bleeding and the bandages were now a few days old, he gently removed them and checked the old scars, those old scars that by now ten years did not make him sleep, those scars that together with his right eye did not allow him a peaceful sleep and reminded him of that damned night.

While thinking about all this Mahel had removed the bandages, cleaned his arm and wrapped himself in new snow-white bandages. when he had finished he felt as bad as every time, his vision became blurred, his ears whistled and he tasted iron in his mouth; after a few minutes he recovered, although still stunned, and said:

Nothing new, as usual ... well what a wonderful routine!

It doesn't matter now I'm used to it now I have a task to perform, nothing matters.

He got out of bed with a click of the kidneys and went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet in the tub and filled it with cold water, in all honesty he much preferred the shower but in the inn where the "Furious Weasel" was staying there was no he undressed and immersed himself in the tub, being careful not to lick his right arm, he splashed cold water on his face to wake up and washed his whole body, after a while he got out of the tub and wrapped himself with a towel, let the bath water and brushed his teeth, after washing he dressed as usual: white "boxers", black pants, plain white shirt, armor. that is a kind of black overcoat with an armor similar to that of the ninja, a black glove to cover the bandage and a cloak with hood perhaps once a beautiful midnight blue but now black ruined and worn

He had no weapon in sight because he knew that having weapons on display and being dressed like this could only bring trouble with the guards, so he left the sword in the room along with the lasso knives, then put on his boots, took the room key there. closed from the inside and opened the window throwing himself into the alley below.

he landed on his feet like a cat without having made the slightest noise, he checked that no one was passing at that moment in front of the alley and, after making sure he went out as if nothing had happened, he checked the only one: it must have been just nine o'clock the wagon had to pass in thirty minutes: there was no time to waste.

He set off on the main street of the city called "Miunher", dodging a chariot, two horses, five children and a dog cursing in elven, he set off for the other alley parallel to the alley from where he had jumped, arrived in the alley he rummaged in pile of garbage and pulled out a crossbow already loaded with a dart, climbed into the building in front of the garbage pile,

arrived on the roof, Mahel covered his face with the fabric looking out from the roof, at that exact moment the bell tower of the city began to ring while under the roof a chariot pulled by two horses headed towards the church of the God Herven protector of the city, Mahel then he took the crossbow loaded previously, regulated his breath already strangely calm, aimed and fired at his target: a rich courtier brother of the governor of the city: Lord Ordwel, this assignment had been commissioned by the wife of the same lord, Lady Ordwel who suspected infidelity of her husband; returning to us the dart as fast as the wind did not make a sound but the whole city heard the man's scream of pain

, struck in the belly, who died falling from the carriage, then Mahel thought:

five hundred easy easy gold coins, I didn't even have to cast a spell or wait for the poison effect on the dart,

a moment later he felt the cold touch of a gloved hand grabbing his shoulder, he didn't move an inch, as he felt the cold touch of metal grasp his backs.