Mordred
Introduction
"Ttis a shame Mother, I never knew."
Mordred grasped
the woman's limp form. She laid still as her life poured to the
floor. Mordred looked to the window where the assassin had so
recently stood. "Violence can only beget violence, what a
waste, a shame." He laid his mother to the floor and looked
out to the street. A small hawk medallion shone on the floor and
he retrieved it. "Hawks of Night, eh?", Mordred smiled,
now he knew the cause of the attack. "'twas only gold I
stole you fools." Mordred gripped the window sill, his blue
silk shirt catching the drops of rain falling from the roof.
"Now the Hawks of Night shall truly pay. Mother, I shall
live up to my name, I shall rob them blind and destroy their
petty guild."
A few months later the last
member of the Hawks of Night was stabbed while begging for bread
on a street corner in Britain. Mordred felt great, the Guild was
easy to destroy but the tendrils of its high ranking members
reached far and wide. It was so easy to steal from these fools he
thought, and not a single death.
He looked with
distaste at the body in the street, "Death is so final, so
destructive - Murder is for the weak, those who obtain their
goals through force are but fools with no other methods. I steal
- pure and simple, that's all it takes, and with these foolish
guards protecting me I can do it safely. Well Father I hope you
can be proud of your son, he has truly made a difference on the
poor fools of Britannia."
He
flicked a bug off the picture he held and set it on the table,
its gold placard etched with the letters : 'Blackthorne' glinted
in the sun.
"Well, I have far more people to
destroy now, Father. Even though you denied my mother you should
hope to God you won't deny me. This Guild has penetrated right to
the Heart of Britain itself. I guess my work will never be
done."
He flipped his hat on and went
downstairs, into the bright light of day. He saw a pompous Lord
walking down the street, glanced at his overflowing pack and
moved in for the kill
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