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Maxyzne and Yu

Untitled DocumentMaxyzne approached her target carefully. She had been warned that he would be a difficult target and had done some research and found out that he was a librarian. But the was apparently only a cover identity as she had dug deeper she had discovered that he was also a weapons instructor who had apparently taught quite a few individuals in the Elsir Vale including some of the half-orcs who were her soul mates from the Night of the Thousand Births. She had second thoughts about killing him when she had heard that, but she quickly wiped them away. Her’s was not to question the job. It was given to her by her superiors they had determined that it was for the greater good and so it was necessary. This was her second job for the order and it was her duty to complete the jobs to the best of her ability.

She entered his room without making any noise and approached the bed with her swords drawn. He would be dead in a moment. As she was about to strike, he spoke in a calm voice, “I was wondering if you might be willing to have a spot of tea with me before you run me through?” And then he sat up.

Maxyzne was a bit taken aback. She settled back into a defensive stance and whispered, “Tea? I have come to kill you and you want tea? Are you kidding?”

He gestured to a table on the other side of the room where there was a still warm pot of tea in a cozy with two cups, “By no means am I kidding. To be quite serious, I was hoping that we could have a little chat before you concluded your business. I’m in the business of education myself and I thought that I might pass on a few gems before you muss my sheets.”

For some reason Maxyzne felt inclined to trust this strange man, “Very well, but if you try anything your last meal is over and so are you.” she growled.

“Excellent,” he said as he got out of the bed, grabbed the bowler hat that was next to it and put it on his head and walked otherwise naked over to the table and began to pour the tea. He looked over at Maxyzne and asked, “Do you take cream or sugar?”

Initially she was more than wary but as they sipped the tea she began to warm to the strange gentleman.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” she asked at one point.

“Ah, good this is the part that I was hoping to get to with you before you got to your business. I think it will help you as you pursue your line of work in the future. You are here to bring me death, correct?” She nodded. “Well, you see death is not such a bad thing. Many people fear it but they should not. It is simply a change in state. A change in form. Like changing from liquid to steam.” He waved his hand over the pot of tea.

“I don’t understand. You are saying you are going to become steam when I kill you?”

He smiled at her simpleness, “A change in state differs for different objects. For the tea it can be liquid or vapor. For a person there are many states. Body, soul, matter, energy, thought…that is what allows some people to return with the rituals that bring one back from the dead or that allow one to be reincarnated into a new body. I can not tell you what form exactly my change in state will take, but I not that matter cannot be destroyed it can only be reformed. Similarly certain thoughts cannot be destroyed they can only be reformed.”

“I say this for two reasons. One is to give you a measure of peace, not that you really need it. You are nearly content with your simple acceptance of your orders’ directives. There may come a time however when you will find that you will need to consider two equally valid commands that conflict with each other. In that instance I provide this information so that you can take comfort in realizing that death is not an evil thing as some claim. How it is delivered for for what cause may be evil but death itself is not evil. Death is change. Change is necessary. To not have change is stagnation. Stagnation is a form of death as well. Thus death is inevitable in one form or another either change or stagnation. Do not fear to be its agent”

“However, do not become slave to death. You may find yourself becoming so adept at bringing death that you become complacent and too eager to bring death. That is the way that leads to slavery. Be wary of that path. Control your own destiny.”

“Do you like the tea?”

She nodded.

He took her hand and placed it against his breast, “When you kill me, please a quick thrust through my heart causing a quick rupture will cause me to go into shock and die almost instantly. It will be fairly painless and quick. Do not penetrate the body completely and the blood loss will be mostly contained thus minimizing the mess.”

“I do prattle on some times. It reminds me of a poem a friend of mine once told me. I shall tell it to you and then you can complete your business:”

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove,
he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school,
where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

Suddenly the interrupted the poem and his eyes rolled up in their sockets so that only the whites were showing and his voice took on an otherworldly quality:

The Lords have Champions this is true
But in their hubris with progeny they did skew
Mortals with the demis engage
and usher in an insanity age
The tarot of death is the only solution
for the far realm infection world-pollution
The Lords will claim their rightful place
and with their deity the gods-void displace
New champions must the old supplant
The old will remain though their presence be scant
The scions of the Lords will ne’er
be longsome much engage in pair
or else the world will will know despair
forebear, forebear, take heed beware.

His eyes and voice resuming their normal tenor he continued the poem as if he had not been interrupted…

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries, and yet
each Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

He closed his eyes and waited.

Maxyzne considered for a moment and then did as he had asked. She left the room as quietly as she had entered it and returned to the order with a feeling a calm about her profession. Her target had given her a gift and she would now take that gift and give it to all her future targets.