The One- Eyed Assassin
Below is a story sample i had out for a job on fantasy…
‘“GLYTHES
A race born for the job of an assassin from naturally enhanced hearing and sight in the dead of night to the ability to move silently in the night every single thing about them is designed to kill without making a scene.
Only a few have encountered a glythe when marked and have lived but the even more shocking truth is no one has encountered the glythe with one eye and lived except one man.
His stories trail the roads throughout Metadinia and Cryosporia and even till the far ends of Krisipan.
The one-eyed glythe…
All you see is a blinding light and then you feel the blood gush out from you.
The next thing is people picking up your body and discovering his signature, an eye with a crescent dagger across it. Another night, another life ended.
Beware what you say the one-eyed glythe is listening.
The story of terror started in blah blah street in Metadinia and ever since that eventful night when the governor was assassinated, his name had not seized from the lips of Krisipan’s citizens.
It happened at the celebration of the adan moon, right there at the banquet.
A bright flash of light and then… the governor laying lifeless on the floor in a pool of his own blood, and an insignia seared across his chest.
An eye and a crescent cross dagger… and of course, the familiar claw mark on his neck — four fingers, not five… a glythe
Since then the one-eyed glythe was born.
This evening he hung from the roof of the Winnower the sole building responsible for powering this town, he loved the silent hum of the magic power as they surged through the connections, flowed down the ridge and lit up the night in thousands of homes across this city.
He balanced precariously at the tower’s edge, the wind rushing past his face as the image of his next target formed in his mind.
First, his mind peering and only able to discern vague features and then hitting a wall in the veil, most stopped here but he was used to this, he would wait.
Thirty minutes later he felt the familiar rush and everything became clear. Everything.
The lush face with hair drooping down to the side, his intelligent eyes that the youths of this time had and the strong jawline, all signs of good breeding.
What an unfortunate thing that he had argued with the wrong person.
Peering deeper, he noticed more.
The plates on the table the empty seat beside and across him, a dining. He was going to make this quick, it was bad luck to kill a man while he ate.
Before he made the strike, he gazed a bit more at the crystallized ceiling with diamond glades hanging down. Channels for magic power to give off the best light. He usually took his time with kills like this, they were his only chance at enjoying the moment.
But enough poking around, he had a job to do.
He picked the perfect spot in the room the curtain edges, where shadows gather. How ironic bringing killing light from the darkest place in the room.
He imagined the death taking place and then finally the insignia and moved to open his eyes.
The moment they did he heard the familiar sounds…
The loud bang of life being ripped from this plane, the scream of the soul that followed as it made it’s way back to treydora, and finally the alarms going off. Like he thought this death was high profile.
Many people think the one-eyed glythe had to be there physically to make the kill, some thought it was lightning-fast speed granted by the god in legends.
It was neither.
He was probably the only glythe who killed without needing his hands.
He touched his slashed eye and felt the familiar pain, the memories that flooded his mind, repercussions of decisions that led to this current moment.
The one-eyed glythe once saw with two eyes.”
