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Behind Those Eyes	By : CanPsycho337 Category: G through L Series > Gor Views: 9735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Training

Sariah lay alone in her room staring listlessly at the wall. It had been nearly a month since the attack on the tower and she still felt as if she were trapped in a fog. Time had slowed since her mother’s death and her ability to process information had become clouded. She rarely talked or ate or even moved. She was mostly cared for by the other girls who would bring her light broths. On several occasions the guards had forced to eat when she refused meals. Daden was afraid that she would die of starvation before she finally came back to her senses.

From time to time he would check on her, standing over her bed with his arms crossed and a concerned frown on his lips. Sariah longed to scream at him, to demand to know why her mother had been killed, why she had been taken from the forest she loved so dearly and why any of this had to happen to her.

But words could not come close to describing the agonizing emotions that tore through her. She was alone in the world and she lived at the whim of a man she barely knew and didn’t trust. For all the months she had been kept at the tower, she could count the number of times she had spoken to her master on one hand.

Days passed in silence and had turned into weeks before she uttered her first words. It was midday and Daden had arrived to personally oversee her feeding. Sariah had allowed her mouth to be pried open and had swallowed some of the broth one of the girls had brought. Her eyes, which normally stared unfocused at the wall, slowly shifted and she met her master’s emerald gaze.

“You did this.” She murmured.

“Yes.” Daden looked down at her and nodded once, his face an expressionless mask. His arms were folded across his grey tunic and he said nothing more.

“Why?”

“I took you because you were necessary, and you still are.” He answered directly, and while his voice was calm Sariah could tense great tension behind it.

“Why take my mother?” She asked quietly, trying to sit up. Vertigo caused her vision to blur as she was suddenly overtaken by a wave of dizziness. She had been lying for so long that her body had become accustomed to it. On top of the dizziness she felt oddly weak.
“We were told that two women would be in that particular part of the forest and that they would be crucial to surviving the coming days.” He replied quietly. “We sent Dodric and his men to find you. If we had known what would happen beforehand, I would have gone myself.”

Sariah didn’t speak, she simply watched her master intently.

Daden sighed and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her, his green eyes meeting hers. “Things are happening on our world, Sariah. A secret war rages between those who rule us benignly and those who would crush us all beneath their heels.”

“I don’t understand.” Sariah replied, her voice sounding weary.

“I know you don’t,” He said, his voice gentle. “But you have to understand that you are meant for something important. Forces beyond either one of us have deemed that to be true and neither of us can change that.”

Daden stood and began to walk toward the door when Sariah called out. “Master?”

He stopped and turned to face her. “You no longer have to call me that.” He told her.

Arching an eyebrow Sariah fingered her collar. “But a slave must address all free people as Master.”

Reaching into his tunic Daden produced a key. Walking over to where the girl knelt he bent over and unlocked metal collar that was the symbol of her slavery.

“I promised your mother that the two of you would be freed.” He said simply. “Circumstances have made me a liar in her case, but I will not be in yours.” The blond haired man gestured toward the door. “You are free and you may leave if you wish. None of my men will stop you.”

Sariah looked at the open door for a long moment and then back at Daden. Her lips moved but no sound came from her.

“I warn you however,” He continued, his voice taking on a noticeable edge. “If you leave now you will not be free for long. Those who sent the men to kill us will get to you before you can make it to the city walls and then you will face true slavery followed by a painful death.”

He looked at her, his eyes blazing like emerald stars. “Stay here, let me teach you what you need to learn to survive. You’ve demonstrated that you can fight and even kill if necessary, but you lack elegance. You were taught in the forests how to fight like a woman. I can teach you how to fight like an assassin.”

Words finally found the raven-haired girl. “Why would you teach a mere girl such things?” She asked.

“Because never before has a there been a woman as a member of the Caste of Assassins. Such a woman could get into places even the most skilled of us cannot. She would have abilities we could not even dream of. We are fighting an unorthodox war and to have a chance at victory, we must use unorthodox methods.”

Without another word Daden turned for the door and was gone.

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After three weeks of training, the sword still felt heavy in her hands as Sariah easily sidestepped a slashing attacking. In front of her stood her worst nightmare and best teacher, Nox.

She had very nearly burst into tears when Daden had arrived in her room the day after their conversation and informed her that Nox would be teaching her the way of the sword.

“But why?” She had asked, her voice wavering.

Daden had crossed his arms firmly and answered simply. “Because his style is most suited to your ability and because his way of thinking is what will keep you alive.” There had been no further conversation on the matter.

On her first day she had found herself staring at a pile of rocks that had been built to almost her height in the tower’s courtyard. The pale-skinned assassin stood next to it, eyeing her with his unnatural gaze.

“Master Daden has decided that he wishes this pile to adorn his courtyard, but he is not sure where he wishes it to be.” Nox rasped. “As a result, he wishes it my opinion in where it should be. As such, you will rebuild this pile as you see it now in each of the four corners of this courtyard.”

The raven-haired girl opened her mouth to protest but was silenced with a narrowing of his crimson eyes. “You have one hour.”

Everyday for the next three weeks she had moved the same pile from one corner of the courtyard to the next and each time she found that she was able to do it a little faster. For the rest of the day she would train with Nox, building upon what she had learned while part of her mother’s band of outlaws and expanding on it.

Three weeks was barely enough to scratch the surface, she realized, but as she expertly sidestepped a slash she couldn’t help but feel that they had made a good start. Working with Nox was oddly soothing Sariah came to find. The man was quick and to the point and he never got angry or frustrated. She decided that his complete lack of emotion was probably far less disturbing than those few emotions he allowed to travel to the surface. She shivered inwardly as she remembered the smile he had given her while she’d been chained to the wall.

A loud crack sounded through the air and a sudden burst of pain brought Sariah to her knees. Blood ran down from her nose and a massive red welt immediately began to form on the side of her cheek where Nox had slapped her with the broad side of his sword.

“I should have broken your jaw.” The bald man said matter-of-fact. Looking up, Sariah attempted to scream as the pain lingered only fading the slightest in intensity. All she could get out was a muffled gasp. “What is it you think you are learning here, girl?”

“I-I..” Sariah managed to gasp before she was commanded to silence by the narrowing of his eyes.

“There is a chamber in this tower,” He said a moment later, his voice betraying his irritation. “It is where I do my finest work. Daden-Arun has commanded that I am to have you trained to an acceptable level of skill by the beginning of the next year. That is not an easy task, I assure you. Consider this your only warning. If you ever again give me less than your full and utmost attention, we will spend three days in that chamber and I will show you what I do best.”

As the man spoke a very cold chill worked its way down the girl’s back, replacing the immediacy of the pain. Sariah stood silently and not bothering to wipe the blood from her nose she raised her sword and nodded.

“Good,” Said Nox. “Let us begin.”
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