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Excerpt From Episode 7:

He opened the safe containing the centerpiece of his plots and felt a calming relax course through his very veins. He afforded himself the luxury of a smile. Soon, the time would come to put his plans into action. Very soon. For now, there needs be time to rest. With that thought, he eased himself unto the comfort of his bed and soon drifted off into a calm slumber.

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Ekdikisi cast a sharp look over the boulder she had just scaled. It would have been a fatal mistake if she had been followed. The foliage stretch before the perimeter made for an excellent camouflage and she intended to be make maximum use of it. She had successfully taken note of the security details of the Northern Gate during the time she had first passed through as a tournament entrant. The wide expanse of untrimmed grass made for a perfect hunting ground for an archer, from above or beneath. But it also made for a perfect camouflage pattern for a stealthy creeper. As she twisted and turned her way through the grass, she bypassed the perimeter and kept moving. It wouldn’t do to show herself until she got to the palace. The key was secrecy and stealth. She got close enough and spotted the guard on duty. He was the same one she had met on her first passing. It was a pity that he would have to be casualty. Risking a face-off might draw attention to the fact that she was in the wrong place and create awkward scenarios. That wouldn’t do. She placed the convertible bow cum scabbard on a vantage position and took aim.
Howie was having a bad day. It had been enough work at the border without this sudden instruction to tighten up security and report any abnormalities observed back to the Emperor’s retinue who were on their annual training camp out, a few miles away from the borders. The Emperor had also secretly called off the archers manning the border for a reason unknowable to him. Damned dung! He felt naked without the snipers. If trouble was on its way, they were more than capable of picking it off before it got within fifty yards of his personal space. This wasn’t the kind of action he longed for.

At least, he had this damned horn. If there was an incident, he was to blow on it and the Emperor’s retinue would be swarming the area like ants. He had also positioned all of the damned soldiers at the perimeter. Dammit! Better them to face what was coming than him. He hadn’t concluded that thought when a swishing sound pierced through his chest and stuck out on his back. He tried to reach for his horn before another arrow hit him squarely on the forehead. He felt an excruciating pain before his world went black.

Ekdikisi approached the fallen body cautiously. The horn and unusual change in the security apparatchiks of the Gate alerted her sixth sense of an impending danger. She had expected return fire from the snipers which was why after taking aim, she had tied bowstring to a tug and had pulled from another position. That way, whatever counterstrike would have been concentrated on the position of the bow and not hers. But, there had been no counterstrike. That wasn’t too worrisome. She had already breached the gate’s security. She shed her camouflage and examined the female piece of clothing she had brought along as part of the mission. It fitted her perfectly. Good. Her usual key weapon was the element of surprise. It was how she had won the tournament and it was how she intended to kill the mindless Tyrant and eliminate his bloodline forever. She would appear before him in her true form. Not as Pete Rosenberg but as the child he rejected. As the girl child he valued less than his lust for the throne. Not as a guard in his retinue but as a voice, the voice of vengeance and vendetta, as Ekdikisi. That was the element of surprise, the ace in her pack of cards. That would strike the fear of the gods in his evil heart and if the shock didn’t kill him, she would.

She examined her blade and saw that it would need some sharpening. She had walked a considerable distance from the border by now and was now in the streets of the city. She pulled a veil over her face that revealed only her intense, green eyes and a fraction of her nose. Eyes that were so alike to those of her father’s. If the old dimwit had not been so occupied with recruiting her and obtaining her pledge of allegiance, he might have actually noticed that both their eyes were an exact copy. It was by a stroke of luck that he had been non-observant and she had the common sense to have kept her head down, she thought.

She walked into the marketplace and quickly signaled to a knife grinder and moved into a shadowed area. As the grinder collected her sword and began to sharpen it with priceless precision, he threw her a sharp, curious look. That wouldn’t do, she thought and smiled through the veil. Panic gripped the man as he hastened and endeavoured to be quickly finish with the sharpening. He recognized her. Or him. The boy from the Tournament. What was he doing as a girl? He was jolted out of his thoughts as he noticed that the sword was a little too sharp now. The lady or boy was still smiling as she handed him his fee and collected the sword. He started to hurriedly walk away but had not fully turned when he momentarily saw the flash of the sword and reached for the back of his neck. There was a gash of steady flowing scarlet there. He felt faint and fell. Ekdikisi stepped out of the shadows. It was a pity that she had to kill him but he had recognized her. That wouldn’t do. It would have jeopardized her mission if the knife grinder had left to mouth off in the marketplace about her identity or what he thought it was.

It didn’t take her long to get to the palace. This was the easiest part of the job. It was abandoned but for a single guard manning the entrance to the Emperor’s quarters. The other members of his retinue were training outside the gates which was where she ought to be as well. That meant she experienced little or no opposition until she stealthily got to the left corner of the balcony of the quarters where the soldier was standing guard. She had anticipated this and was more than prepared for it. She positioned two arrows onto her bow and aimed for two fatal positions on the soldier’s body, his head and heart. As the arrows fired, the soldier standing guard heard something fly at him and was quick to react. His sword blocked the arrow aiming for his head while the other pierced his heart. He died immediately. Kicking the guard’s body over, Ekdikisi reached for the knob and quietly opened the wide doors that led to her father’s quarters

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