6 The Semi-Forgotten Assassin (1/2)

Moving within the tree-lined pathway leading to Kondaira Academy's Headmaster's quarters was a girl of 17. This girl was swiftly and silently moving from one tree to the other without touching the ground. She was using her ability to make herself easily ignored as she proceeded down the path. When she reached the end of the trees, the 5-foot-7 girl carefully slipped to the ground and dashed for the shadowed side of the building. Crouched below a window the girl could hear two voices.

”I'm so glad you decided to join us!” Headmaster Raven Clof said.

”Thanks for giving me a chance,” replied a young man.

”Of course,” said the Headmaster. ”You needn't worry about a thing. We even have safety precautions set up should you lose control.”

”How?” asked the very confused young man.

”Ah well, your father was working with us on making it possible for you to come to school here. Of course, we intended for him to teach here as well…”

”… I miss them.”

”Of course you do,” Headmaster Raven Clof said in a sorrow-soaked tone.

Liza, the girl under the window, wondered who the young man was as she crept further down the side of the house. Confident that the distracted Headmaster would be none the wiser, she unlocked the glass door to his study and carefully opened it.

The most likely location for her target was inside the ironwood desk. Ironwood is a very difficult material to work with. But the properties that made it difficult to work also made it incredibly sturdy and great for lasting enchantments. A common device made out of ironwood was holo-watches. Like the one flashing on the girl's wrist. She quickly dimmed the lights on her watch as she glanced around to see if she'd been caught.

Hearing nothing and seeing nothing out of place, the girl proceeded to the desk. Once there she noticed the shimmer of a shield on one of the desk drawers. Should she do this fast and loud-ish, or slow and silent? Just how long would Raven Clof be talking to that young man?

Well, it's not like the slow method has worked before, might as well go fast. The girl slipped a dagger from its sheath in her earthy-brown knee-high leather boots. Dagger in hand, she struck the drawer.

”Clang!” The shield broke but the desk was hardly scratched. That didn't matter, all she had to do now was use the lock picks stored under her shirt.

She had just finished deftly unlocking the drawer when she heard footsteps approaching. The girl scrambled to open the drawer and grab file she was after. File in hand, she ran to the door with her power active.Please work this time.