The quirked Hag

"So son now that you wrought your way to the fundamentals of an Assassin what are your actions." A slight pause echoed in the air of the dojo with its reflecting polished floors and the shoji screens which unfurled the beauty of the outside. The square outside way with a beautiful display could be seen a Chrome green array of grass and projectile bugs and butterflies, there wings like a chromatic color of olive and a hue of vivid yellow which glimmered in the sun like Dandelions salting the sea of grass and small braided vines wrapped around the polished wooden home.

"Now you have all day to think about it Yulab"

"Yes my father", Yulab left the reflecting room and slid the shoji screens closed

The next day after Yulab's rank upgrade he went to see his father and instructer from birth. His robes were white and black they were most dandy and a well put together fabric of the most expensive cotton.

The house where he and his dad have lived was a massive landmark in the small town. It was pieced with tile for the roof which at the end of it curved like a like a thin piece of paper in the wind. The houses walls were of a very robust wood and the shoji windows made the sun's rays tamped only letting enough sunlight through to scant the room. Yulab came to the grassy field not quiet as beautiful as yesterday because of dawns rays but still filled with an incapacitating relish. Yulab reached the door and slid it open to hear his father talking to another. He slighted the shoji screen just enough so that he could eavesdrop on his father's early morning guest.

"If you do not think this carefully then your whole gathering will be for nothing" the mans voice was rugged and rough it sounded like he had a torrent cold. then his dad spoke his voice boasting in the large room, "My gathering does what they please and my son will choose his own way also."

"You disgrace our whole agreement you bring distress to everything we hold dear. What if someone betrayed you like they had Lahelda",

Yulab's viridity eyes gleamed at the name, banal that the name he had heard was his mother's.

"What are you getting at Luvyl are you saying that Lahelda was betrayed"

"it is a fact that no one could have touched her in skill nor beauty but she could have been caught by trickery or detritus poisons which is only possible if there was a traiter among the two gatherings."

"Hmm you are right"

"Oh and Yijuz what are you going to do when your son is of age to forfill our way you know by that there vigor increases tremendously or will your son fail in that like your last one."

Yulab's fingers upon the shoji screen began to shake slightly directing his attention off the broach. Yulab never thought of having a brother and if he had then it was a too oblique to the gathering a crime punishable only in death. Yulab felt now that his father was a stain in a white shirt an entrustment in our zeal and occult small town. Yulab slid the door open performing as though he had just arrived to the dojo.

"Ah Yulab my son, welcome"

His father beckoned him to sit next to him and as he did his eyes met with the elder that sat across from his father. She was an old and grimacing exposure to him. Her lips and face were un-ironed and her tenebrous clothes attracted darkness and her nose drooped down like a banana.

Yulab coughed in distaste, then his father Yijuz began, "Yulab meet my aunt Luvyl she has been in the gathering for a very long time as you can see", he chuckled. "What a wrenched display", Yulab said condescendingly.

With the acrid notion Yulab infuriated the hag and in a quick and antic fashion placed a small blade to Yulab's neck.

The blade had only one side where there was an edge and the other side thin and a look that yearn for blood.

"You'd do well to watch your tongue b…o...y, the hag immediately fell a pale violet and withdrew the blade and sheathed it under her draping awfully fast and with that Yulab took his hands from around her neck.

"I will take my leave now."

"Please hag do come again that warm up was much needed to start my day"

The hag departed from the room with a sour look leaving the atmosphere dismayed and dead. "That was not very nice Yulab?"

"But it was, it seemed she was very repugnant to you, but you did not defend your self with words and instead you sat most apprehensively.

Yijuz thought about it and found it at a slim truth.

"Good day father I have to get ready for tomorrows

 Big day"

"And what big day is that", Yijuz said most irritably.

"Have you forgotten of your own son's birthday and promotion to Juvenile Assassin"

"Ah yes that"

"Father I respect you with all my might but to enclose information from me is not wise thus I tell you that I know what is to be done when one reaches a Juvenile Assassin thus that is the day I shall kill you. Yulab exited through the shoji screens and along side the polished wood to his right the beautiful and wild array of nature. He headed up stairs eventually and through a hall that to his left lay his room. His shoji doors closed shut as a most deviant and artifice plan came to mind. He disrobed and put on cotton shorts and a very silk shirt that rounded against him as he lay in the soft feathered bed his mind dwelling on the deed thus due as solid darkness gripped his eyes.