The Assassin's Daughter

The cold rain showered upon the ground, and the patter of hooves were only complimented by the splashing of the water. The horse followed the path obscured by the thick storm. On its back, a hooded figure rode. His face was hard to make out, but his white hair was easy to see. The horse carried not only him, but also an assortment of traveling supplies such as a tent, food, and flint.

Movement rustled behind him, but he was not surprised by it's presence. "Father?..." a young voice said, that of a girl. Behind him another cloaked figure, albeit a smaller one, rode behind him while clinging to his back. She wasn't his actual daughter, it's just something she started to call him after traveling for awhile. "Are we close?" She asked. The man nodded, not taking his eyes off the path.

She spoke of a small town, they were to stop and rest. She simply smiled at his nod and grasped his back again, blending in with goods once more. The rain continued to fall not ceasing in the slightest, such is springtime. Through the downpour however, faint lights could be seen.

Once they arrived, he immediately headed for the inn, parking his horse around back. "Go inside, wait for me." The hooded man said. She did as she was told, and the man pulled his horse into a stable for the night. Once he walked into the inn his clothes dripped water onto the already wet floor. "T'was a mighty storm eh?" The voice came from the innkeeper, perhaps he was making idle conversation to make him feel comfortable. However, he was not the man for idle chatter. "I suppose." The man said, and walked up to his room, and inside, waited the girl, now without her hood.

She was a small one, seeming to only be in her early teens. Her hair was a very light green, uncommon for most folk, but she was an uncommon girl. She sat on her bed over a bucket wringing out her soaked cloak. "I see you've already gotten started on laundry, Morgan." She looked up, and spoke. "Welcome back, Father." He moved across the room and sat on his bed, and began to do the same. "And I see you've gotten used to me calling you Father, you never even ask why I call you that anymore." The man looked up, "If I ask, you'll just say the usual answer." He spoke in a almost emotionless voice. "Would you rather me call you Dalevoro?" She said with a hint of a smirk. "Call me what you like." He responded.

The pair continued to wring out their clothes, and prepared for the next day. "You know why I call you Father?" she said, teasing him again. "Because I'm the one who's been raising you, even if it was against my own will." he answered. "You didn't have to add the last part, you know." She said frowning at him. "You could at least act more like one, we've been traveling together for six years." He looked up at her. "If it makes you feel better, I do care about you more than most." She smiled "That's better."

Dalevoro blew out the light, turning the room dark. They both began to sleep, for a long day awaited them tomorrow. This is beginning of their story, along with the people that would join them. Unbeknownst to them, from this moment a new tale had begun, and the world would be in their hands.