Lysus was reading a letter in the alley when he heard someone approached him from behind; he slipped a dagger from his sleeve and spun around prepared to throw but he stopped and a disgusted scowl came over his face. “I know I am young but I am not incapable,” Mockrin said. Lysus growled in frustration as he slipped the dagger back into his sleeve. “This is my mission.” Lysus said through his teeth. Mockrin straightened and stiffened his back in defiance. “Wrong,” he said as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. “This is our mission. Jomaryn was my Brother just as much as yours.” “You know nothing!” Lysus said forcefully stepping towards Mockrin but keeping his voice down. But Mockrin stood his ground. “I know enough to know you need my help.” “What do you know about hunting Shadows?” Lysus asked. The term “Shadows” sent a shiver down Mockrin’s spine for it was the name that the Black Swords had given to Draconus Order assassins. “I have hunted a few,” Mockrin replied. Lysus turned to walk away but Mockrin grabbed his shoulder. In a flash Lysus spun around drawing a dagger and attacked but Mockrin reacted quickly, blocked the attack, kicked Lysus back against a wall, and drew a dagger. “I am coming with you.” Mockrin said. --Excerpt from my work Shadow Hunters.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 23:31:30 +0000
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