A Tale of Political Justice
It wasn't unfamiliar territory for an Agrandian to be walking in, as they had held an alliance with the Persuvians for thirty decades to the day. However, it seemed as foreign as the surface of the moon to Deravi, the former Grand Vizier of Agrandi, for he now walked the halls of the beautifully designed palace as the newly installed Prime Ministrar to his home country, and as such walked with new responsibilities to complement his bolstered personality.
The present setting is in the palace of Persuvia, the most regal of the twenty one palaces built in the major cities throughout the land. This particular palace
"A posh dinner party is the last thing I expected to be doing on a Saturday night," Mandy spoke timidly, gazing about the room wide-eyed, avoiding the looks of the young men scattered about the room. Allison stood in front of her and grinned, looking out over all the men whose attention seemed to be fixed on the two young ladies. Mandy couldn't help but feel as though they were all staring at her rather than at both of them, and turned her blushing face away to ensure she wouldn't find out if that were true.
"Yeah, and I'm sure it was the last thing you'd expected to be doing on any night!" She tipped her champagne glass gently to taste the
What news comes over the wind today? They say I'm the "White Shadow"? Yes, I suppose I'm fitting of that title. It's better to be known for your clothing than for your face in this line of work. This will be the only testament to my existence I will ever leave, besides the deaths I cause.
I am an assassin of the brotherhood. The people have chosen to refer to me as a shadow, and it is most fitting they do so. After all, I move about cities without so much as leaving a piece of straw loose in its heap, nor do I disturb the dirt on the paths winding about the many structures that have become my jungle, my maze.
Let it not be a surprise. Many
The fortified walls of Acre, dilapidated in both architecture and the general populous, shielded the inner districts from climbing out of their unending descent into a hole of poverty and starvation. The outside world was kept out physically and visually, preventing the street dwellers and monks from ever hoping for assistance in their various plights. The only portal in or out of the city was the narrow front gate, which was never closed. That is to say, the gate was never seen down, but the patrols of guards did a superb job substituting the iron door.
On occasion, some were granted leave through the exit the well-guarded gate, and were ne
On a road between Jerusalem and Damascus, veering westward through a settlement nearer to Masyaf, a trio of men, traders by day and connoisseurs of wine by night, made their oblivious journey to their homes outside Masyaf. One of the men was a great deal wealthier than the rest, though this still afforded him a lower-class status among the people of the city. However, his fortune brought the three friends many a bottle of new spirits to taste. His ways seemed impervious to the ebb and flow of the market, always bringing more to the table than the rest no matter how poorly the trading went that day.
"I find it inconceivable to believe that yo
Thoughts of the Sleeping Thief by deadlyMETAL, literature
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Thoughts of the Sleeping Thief
"I am a better thief than you!" Because I can steal hearts, too.
It's not what you take, it's the circumstances in which you take it from.
Hold on a moment, I saw something else I'll be taking....