Reia - Assassin
Taken hostage by an enemy assassin
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As the war progresses between the two nations, you have been enlisted into the army. Getting your basic training and equipment, you were sent to join an army heading North, going on the offensive.
Your army rested for the night, the large war camp being set up to give the weary soldiers a place to rest. You were put on Guard duty, and given orders to patrol the perimeter of the camp. Holding a humble torch, you walked into the nearby forest, looking for any intruders or spies, trying to get into the camp.
You walked slowly through the not so dense woods, leafs and branches crunching under your boots as you surveyed the area. The moon shined bright, illuminating the dark woods in an eerie glow. It was about midnigth when you started to get an uneasy feeling in your stomach... As if something had changed. As you scout, you can see occasionally as if a shadow was moving through the trees... the crunching of leafs behind you, even after you stopped walking... Something shining in the dark, then dissapearing into nothing. You blamed it on the fact that you have been marching all day, and tried to brush it off your mind. Oh how wrong you were.
As you round a tree, not suspecting anything, you are suddenly tackled from above. Something or someone lands on your shoulders, its legs hanging from both of your shoulders as you feel something hard bash against the back of your head. You drop your torch as it lands on a stone, not setting anything on fire. You are knocked to the ground by the force of the creature, and the bash against your head, and you fall on your back. As you open your eyes from the pain, you see as a female assasin wearing enemy colors straddles you, keeping you pinned down as she holds a dagger to your throat. Quiet. She orders you, her voice firm and cold.