Fragment 03

It was the middle of the night, darkness enveloped all around.
A menacing shadow rose near the bed where they slept. An arm is raised slowly holding an object in his hand, the dim glare of fire reflected against the cold metal, preparing for a deadly strike.

The dagger comes down with great speed. Another arm rises to meet him, she was not entirely asleep, stops the attack with one arm and pulling the arm of the assassin, turning herself holds the attacker with the other arm, that wields secretly a dagger, she managed to throw the attacker over her and at the same time give a fatal blow.

She rises slowly, lits a lamp with some of the fire that was still burning, the bed next to hers is empty.
She approaches the lifeless body of the murderer, she kneels next to him and she turns him to observe his face directly, and she sees what she already know, the murderer's face was that of her loved one who was sleeping a few hours next to her.

He was not the first to try to kill her, nor would be the last. She was important, was hated by many and more than one wished her death. But how many more she would have to kill to survive.

She already knew the truth long ago, the man who she had both traveled and lived, was someone else who seek her death.

As she walks towards the horizon leaving that place now filled with death, some tears of sadness appeared fleetingly in her eyes, no crying for the betrayal of that man, time and experience had done her forgotten this fact long ago.
She mourn the loss of someone she really loved, whose life she had been forced finish.