Tenebris' Death Wish ZHARINA MARIE STEPHANIE LUGO
"Is your mother even aware of what you do for a living?" Tenebris yelled as she disabled her enemy, cutting into the expensive tent containing children kidnapped from the village. "Better not tell her, my friend," I replied and tried to listen to the opposing force chasing us in our whole desert journey. While I prepared to fire four arrows all at once, I knew the clanging sounds of armor and heaving horses were coming from the west side of the place. Arrows sliced into thin air, seeking its target under the heat of the sun. Shrieking voices drenched in pain echoed amid the desert, and I could hear the voices of children cheering alongside with Tenebris. "Okay. I just need to remind you we are not heroes but assassins, Ravi. We should do this quickly. Help me untie the hostages." In every step that we took, the sand felt like fire beneath my feet. I love to be barefoot wherever I go, and the pangs of pain seem to be simply an old friend visiting between these toes and nails that I own. The camels silently followed my direction, pulling the gray wagon with ease. "Are they alright back there?" I asked even though I could hear them snoring inside into slumber after eating all of the food that we stole from the smugglers. These children had been missing after the Rebel Blade thieves robbed their homes and kidnapped them. They were about to be sold to the neighboring continent, and thinking about it made me mad. Yet something disturbs me too much. After defeating the thieves earlier was a great victory, but the negative energy was still glowing in my mind as if it was always following us along the way. Embracing the gust of the wind brushing on my face, I knew that the golden border was a few feet away from us. The fainting sounds of voices rang, with foreign accents responding to the soldiers. "Tenebris, wake up the children. Let them wear the silver robes from the metal chest." I ran behind the caravan, and she tossed the thobe. I inspected the cloth and realized it was made of silk and gold strings. "Where are they even planning to sell these expensive robes?" I folded the sleeves and worn my mask. Upon falling in line, I tried to slither into the conversations ahead of me to memorize the energies nearby. "What is your name and motive upon crossing the border?" The female soldier's low voice
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