Assassin of Death

ASSASSIN OF DEATH


CHAPTER I
LIFE IN AUDITIRIER

My name is Rin Shlacovauch. Rin, I know. I didn’t’ choose it. All the children in the town called me Rinny. I hated it and they knew that. I was a thirteen year old boy. My life was pretty good. I and my family lived in a small hut with straw for a bed a small breakfast table and a small area around some pots and pans my mum called a kitchen. I was having a dream on my straw while I was asleep about a man. He was black as the night and was standing in a graveyard. It was dark, probably night. The man was wearing a black cloak and a black hood and massive black steel boots. He was quite tall and had his bowed. Then suddenly he turned around to look at me. He was staring right at me. Suddenly everything started to spin. I felt dizzy and everything went dark. The last thing I saw was his face coming towards mine. A face of fear.

I woke up with a start. What the hell was that? Well, whatever it was it was freaky. I got off my straw and stretched. How long had I been asleep? I walked out into the main room where we ate. My brother was sitting down on the straw floor along with my father and mother, each having a piece of bread and a small cup of water.
‘Rin, it’s a beautiful day in Auditirier.’ said my father.
Of course he was being sarcastic. It was winter. And winter in Auditirier is never a grand sight. Auditirier is a small town in Hifirier. The land in which I live. There were 2 cities and 5 towns in Hifirier. Brud, which was the most Northern town. Val which was below Brud and was the most northern city. Fyru, which was the second most northern city. Buv, was below Fyru and was in the centre of Hifirier. Below Buv was Auditirier. Senk was below us, and at the very bottom of Hifirier was Den, the port town. It had a beautiful harbour, or so I’ve heard. I’ve never been there. I’ve been to Buv because my father had a costumer there who wanted a dairy cow, but could come to pick it up himself because he was ill. My father thought this was a great chance to get us out of Auditirier and took my mother and brother and me with him, not to mention the cow. We took a stagecoach, and had a worker walk the cow. Buv is nice and peaceful. The people that live there believe in nature and they have heaps of trees through their town. My father was a Stock breeder. This was easy because we owned one of the fields that had about 26 acres on it. He sold and bred cattle and Fluhorses. Fluhorses were a rare breed of horse that had only been discovered at 2669 AD. They were genetically engineered creatures that had the body of thoroughbred horse and the DNA of a cheetah. Technically horses weren’t made for speeds up to a cheetah’s, but it’s in its blood. It’s kind of like how the bee technically can’t fly, but it thinks it can, so it finds away. The fluhorse was counted as a failure by the government and was let go. They took them to the stockyard for elimination, but a few got away and started the species again. My father found some a few years back and decided to break them. Since then he’s started a business that runs easily. My father pays workers to break the horses and sell them. He gets the money from selling the horses and then he pays the workers. Simple.

‘You slept in till eleven thirty’ said my mother. Of course I had. It’d been a late night at the “Carnival of Hifirier”. The carnival was the public holiday, so my father had had the day off.
At six o’clock PM on the night of the holiday, everyone from Hifirier gathered in the town square, which for Auditirier was Slacoths Square. Each year everyone would gather in a different town. This year it was Auditirier’s turn.
‘Why don’t you go and check the vegetable patch to see if there’s any
more ripe potatoes.’ My mother said.
The vegetable patch was a few hills away in the in one of the fields outside the town gates, and in winter it wasn’t a nice meadow walk. It was on the field that we kept the livestock on.
‘Do I have to.’ I whined.
‘Yes, and take your brother along with you.’
My brother’s name is Brog Shlacovauch. He’s sixteen. I’m thirteen. He teases me. You get the picture.
‘Why should I have to walk all the way over the hill to go pick some stupid vegetable?’ Brog complained.
‘Because it will be good for you to get out of the house of course.’ I said.
That’s what my mother would have said, because that’s what she always says.
My brother seems to think that if it requires effort, then that means that it requires me and not him. My brother thought he could be a knight. Ha! He wishes. If someone was trying to kill him, he would sit down and ask me to fight them because it requires effort.
‘Now!’ my mother said to both of us.
What? What was she- Oh! The potatoes, right. I thought.
‘I’m going.’
I walked to the front door and took my coat that was lying over the door knob off and stepped outside into the freezing weather with my brother right behind me. Sure it was snowing. Sure it was freezing. Sure there was absolutely no sunlight. But you always had to keep your hopes up that there still might be some ripe vegetables in winter. You were always in need of some food in Auditirier. With out food you would die. The good news about winter was there was always enough water. Melting the snow was a very easy and quick way to get water. I and my brother walked past the side of the house and behind. It took us fifteen minutes to get through the wooden town gates that were about 10 metres high, and up onto the biggest hill we’d have to climb which was the first one. Once at the top of it, you got a spectacular view that never got old. Brog had just arrived behind me from the climb. He was puffing.
“You wimp it wasn’t that bad.’ I told him.
‘I… don’t… like…….. hills.’ He struggles out.
You don’t like anything that takes more than five minutes of doing, I think to myself. Now we just had to go down it and up the rest of the hills. It took us seven minutes to get down it and about ten minutes to get over the others, and eventually to the vegetable patch. It was full of snow and I didn’t have my hopes up that there would be any ripe potatoes. We walked over to the potato part of the patch and had a look around. We were right. There were no ripe ones. We had a very quick look around for any other vegetables that might be ripe but there wasn’t. So we had to march home with nothing to show for our journey to the veggies. But before we did I caught something out of the corner of my eye. It was a dark figure. It almost looked like… a man. But when I looked there was nothing there. It probably was just my imagination.

With it being the year 2771 AD there are hardly any real vegetables around any more. We are lucky to have a vegetable patch. Most vegetables are genetically made in this time. When me and my brother got home there was a large group of people gathered in Salcoth’s Square just outside the front of the Minchell’s church. We walked over to the square. Someone was talking out the front of the church. It was hard to see through the crowd. For a second I got a glimpse of the man. It was Father Vensal, the priest. He had two ultimates on either side of him, with knives and m-16 rifles, and had all his fellow priests behind him. Their heads bowed as if praying, like you always see them. Ultimates were the ultimate guard. They “supposedly” guarded us. They were trained well, but they hardly ever had to use their skills as Auditirier was a quiet town.
‘People of Auditirier, please listen!’ Vensal yelled, trying to get the crowd to listen.
He had a serious look on his face and I could tell that he was going to be giving us bad news. I know when Father Vensal has something bad to say. I’ve know him for years. Ever since the day when I was taken. I was too young to remember, but apparently it was quite dramatic. A prophet had hired some men to sneak into Auditirier at night and snatch me from my house. They some how managed to sneak in and out undetected, even though our door was locked. They then stole me away to the prophet. The prophet wanted mw because of a prophecy. I was meant to save Hifirier. That prophet was very wrong. I am just Rin. Not important, or special. Rin. Not the slightest bit of a hero’s name. Plain old Rin. Father Vensal had ordered some of his men to bring me back. They managed, but not as secretly as they’d wished and they were caught. There was fight and many people lost there lives for me. It was a waste of their lives and time. I am Rin. Why would anyone want me. I have been forever grateful of this to Father Vensal
The roar of the large crowds words started to die until there it was complete silence.
‘My friends! The time has come! We all knew it would. It was foretold that it would come back to earth one day. It is back.’
‘What is?’ yelled a man in the crowd.
Vensal was silent for a few moments before he spoke again.
‘Death!’





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