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Wotever.



Triphe took off through the trees. He straighted his bow and quiver and walked purposefully toward a clearing in the forest. Once there, he made sure no one was watching and unstrung his bow. He picked a tree not too far away and took aim. He had had sword lessons back at the castle, but his life passion as a warrior was a bow and arrow. He had perfect aim, as he soon found out. His arrow went through the center of the tree, and kept going, such force it was shot with. Satisfied, he retrieved the arrow and slung his bow over his shoulder. He set off once more, with a grim smile on his features and the knowledge that his training as a warrior had begun.



Yazz woke that morning with the feeling that something terribly wrong had happened. He glanced over at Triphe's bed and instantly knew. His brother had left. Yazz sat straight up in bed, an alarm going off in his mind. He got up and dressed himself. He ran downstairs, searching the familiar faces seated around the breakfast table for his father. His father was seated at the head of the table, his head bowed as he said grace."



"May the days be kind, no trouble be sent,

To my city and it's occupants,

May we live out our life in long lived peace,

Let no evil our lives rent.



The food we eat, the peace we seek,

That evil may suffer, I pray,

Let the troubled night give way to light,

In this newfound day."



The spell was broken as Yazz entered. His father immediately sensed something wrong, and his face grew solemn.

"What is it, my son?"

Yazz walked over and placed his hand on his father's shoulder.

"Triphe has left home."

A stunned silence fell over the table, and a single tear trickled down Yazz's face.

"Father, I must go after him!"

Yazz turned at the sound of his sister's voice. Her face carried determination and her father nodded once.

"I understand, my daughter. Go, and may the spirit of good follow you and deter any evil that may find you."

Yazz stared in open surprise."Tazz, you? You want to go?"

Tazz looked at him through her slightly narrowed eyes. "Yes, brother. Me. I will fetch our brother back. You can not go, he hates you, hates the very thought of you! I, on the other hand, he does not hate so much. No matter what trouble I face, I must go. I will go - and nothing you can say will stop me!"



"Five minutes till we reach Lahi." Coppertop reported to Ducky and Wildie.

They both sighed with relief. "Whoo! Bleck, I hate ships in hyperspace!"

"We're almost there, though, thank goodness."

"Right. Now, then, what do we do until we're there?"

"Complain, of course."

Ducky caught Copper's glare and quickly added,

"Just kidding."

The planet loomed nearer, and Copper finally said into her radar,

"Planet Lahi, this is the Assassin 216, requesting permission to land, over.

"Permission granted, 216. Land in docking bay 15, over.

"My thanks, over and out."

Then, they were docked and headed for the Lahi Sale, Coppertop wearing an old black cloak with the silver one thrown over her arm.



Sunrise was setting on the horizon, and streaks of red and gold flashed through the air, leaving their brilliance on the highest mountains. The clouds were on fire with color, as was the sky, and as the sun rose it looked down on Lahi, and everything seemed to brighten. Shadows died away from even the darkest forests, and small birds sang their morning song. The same sun was shining over the Lahi Sale, as three foreign creatures strode boldly foreward. One wore a cloak, and it was plainly a female, forbidding looking and deadly from the leather boots to the sword on her hip. Her eyes were alight with the joy of morning as she approached the Sale. Behind her was a dark ship, and the name was plainly engraved. Many beasts laid eyes on the Assassin that day, and the three beasts approaching. The other two were female, as well, and they walked alongside the cloaked one. They approached one beast and then another, their range knew no bounds. A silent fourth stalked them quietly and finally materialized infront of the cloaked female and raised a foreboding looking dagger. She dropped and rolled to her feet, but by the time she had freed her sword of the scabbard, the mysterious figure had vanished.

She walked on as if nothing had happened, but her heart was beating furiously. Her dream had come true. What did it mean? Questions rippled through her mind, until she remembered her mission. She approached an empty booth and seated herself, her two friends beside her. Folding the silver cloak and laying it on the table, she waited until a customer approached. They held a quiet conversation, until they both nodded, the customer shoved something into Copper's hand, and he and the cloak were gone.