Act 2.5

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife. The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, until you realized that you were in a pool of blood. Growing up, I always had this knife by my side. At the age of 6, me and my sister were put into a special program to train to be professional assassins. We had our treasured weapons, mine was a black sharp knife that I had accidentally cut myself with on many occasions , my sister was blessed with a glass sharp fan, both of which were enchanted with its own peculiar magic. My sister and I used to a famous dynamic duo, strong together, known for our special combination attacks. That was until.. that incident.. I saw mum's body laying on the ground in front of my crying sister who had blood splattered on her fan.

I knocked myself back to reality as aspen brought me into an alley way. Both panting, I slowly slid down the wall, dejected. I didn't want to drag aspen into any of my feuds. " look I-" just as I was about to continue, aspen placed her finger on my lip and gave me a tight hug, a warm one, one that resembled my mother's usual hugs. Tears started falling out of my eyes slowly as enjoyed the moment.