With 2 bags full of scrolls each, the journey was rough going. Ava wondered if it wasn’t for Ren how she would have gotten all of them back to the sanctuary.
Sooner or later night began to fall and Ren suggested stopping. With ease he located a near-by mine that had been cleared out and provided an overhang and allowed for a small fire to keep them from the elements. Ava was amazed by his confidence and expertise.
"Did you learn everything you know through the Brotherhood?" Asked Ava.
"No actually, I learned quite the opposite from my training, especially as an adopted shadowscale. I leaned the opposite of life, and the opposite of knowledge. Ava there is so much beyond the Brotherhood that can teach you how to live."
Now Ava was curious. She wondered what he meant, and if there was so much besides what she knew, why was Ren still involved? He seemed to read her mind as he studied her expression.
"I know, confusing. I was actually a promising young assasin after I entered into the Brotherhood. I worked from the sanctuary in Cheydenhall, and frequented the Lucky Lady often. It was a blind time for me. I went through maybe 100 contracts before I hit one that stuck me." He paused for a second to stoke the fire and look up at the stars. "Beauty is a strange thing Ava. You never see it in things you don’t see. I received a high profile contract personally from Ochevia. She relaid the importance of this contract to me in almost an alarming way. I knew this one was big. Anyway I was to follow a high official in the mage’s guild and learn what he cherished most, and then use that item to create a conflict in his life. The point of the contract was to make him suffer in the worst way, and instead of killing him the contractor wanted him to fall in rank and be retired from the guild all together. It proved to be a difficult contract, and upon it’s accomplishment I was to be raised several ranks within the Brotherhood. As you can imagine, I took this very seriously. I watched the man, day after day. He worked closely with a young breton named Herella whom I assumed was his apprentice. After weeks of observing I realized what he held most dear. The way he held her arm when he showed her spells. The way he gazed at her when she read her texts. He was in love with his apprentice. I knew he had a family of his own, with children not much younger than she, but in their world of magic, I believe he felt she was his other half, she on the other hand had no idea of his thoughts. I created my plan with ease. I began to follow the girl. I learned her lifestyle, her past, likes and dislikes. I knew her like a book, and presented myself to her. Immediately she took interest. I molded myself for her, and she began to see me often. I began to show my ‘interest’ in her work and asked to meet her teachers. It wasn’t long before our relationship was known to her Master. As our relations intensified, he began to grey. My plan was working. Near the end of the process, it came to my attention that the young girl was very much in love with me, or the me I had catered for her. When it came time for my final strike, I convinced her to leave the Mages Guild and live her life with me in the west. She then revealed to me that she was with child. This came as a shock, and provided a fault in my plan. Although the plan had worked all together, the target had left the guild and became a drunkard, and the contractor rose to the position he desired. I used the money I received to purchase a small apartment in the City to house Herella and my unborn child. I lived there, but often went on contracts claiming to protect shipments from city to city. As time progressed, my role I had created for myself, and the real me sort of melted together. I began to see Herella as my wife, and in a way fell in love with her myself. Although I feel like we were not in true love, rather a sense of friendship. When my son was born this feeling intensified. I began to take fewer contracts with the Brotherhood, with much disgust from Ocheva. I worked justly so and brought home enough to keep my little family alive. Doron was only a few weeks old when Herella and I awoke to a loud crash from the entry way. I grabbed a dagger and we crept down the hall way to check the sound. The house was silent. Death silent. In the living area, a heap was lying on the floor. The heap, was Herella’s old master. In his arms was Doron, lifeless. Both the baby and the master showed signs of sever electrocution. The letter sitting on the stool confirmed our fear that he had killed the child out of spite, but in doing so with such a powerful spell, he killed himself. Herella died of malnutrition only a week later as she refused to eat, sleep, or drink at all. Myself, cold from my life in the Brotherhood took most of this in with stone cold emotions. It was only later that I discovered that Herella’s old master was liqured up and convinced by a Brotherhood member to do the deeds he had done. It was all done to get me back as an assassin. It was at this point I left the Brotherhood and pursued my own life though travels and honest livings."
The story in whole captured Ava as she looked into the fire and thought of all Ren had been through in his short life. She glanced at him. He was gazing off into the distance pink in the cheeks, eyes glassy.
"What made you come back?"
"It was the only family I have left, and although I distance myself from it as much as possible, I need the connection, and I help wherever I can. It pains me to see someone as young as you growing up the same way I did. I only hope you come to a balance before it’s too late."
**Names and Locations may not be spelled right, or even exist. But you can suck my left testicle because not a single fuck was given.