Sorrow

Percy stood there in complete silence, the humid air blow through his hair. People of their calibre recognised his talents. He should be happy right but Percy felt hollow, this should the moment where his career as an assassin starts.

No matter how exciting this should be he felt nothing at that moment. Percy was beginning to notice the things that usually bring him joy do nothing to him. Before all he felt was pain and anger but those feelings also began fading away.

At this moment Percy is just a husk. The loneliness finally consumes him and nothing can change that. He finally looked at Alisa with a blank expression and she shook by this. Even when Percy is an assassin there’s a sign of life in his eyes.

Now there’s none.