((OOC: Hello. This is my introductory story for my character Khanna of the Lionna server. I hope you all enjoy the short story i wrote for her.))
The sound of heavy chains rattle through out a dark chamber along with the sounds of murmurs from a person slowly waking from an unsuspecting rest. He opens his eyes to find nothing before him. No ligght, no sound, just darkness. Pure thick black darkness. The man struggles only to find that there are very thick and heave chains and shackles holding him in place. He figures he has been there for many hours, possibly days for his wrists and ankles are raw from the unyeilding rubbing of the cold sharp metals.
"Hello, faery." A female voice evenly and coldly speaks to the person chained against the wall.
"Who..... Who are you?" The man asks into the darkness, unsure if he imagined the voice, since he cannot see into the blackness of the void around him.
"That is none of your concern." the voice responds back with a laugh so cold the hairs on the prisoner's neck stood up and made him try to break free even harder.
Shling!
The female hidden in the complete utter darkness slowly pulls a dagger forth from it's sheath while studying the behavior of the prisoner in the room. A long cold smile crosses her face as she watches, for she knows that if this person were to escape, she would have no problem in killing him in his tracks. However, she loved to toy with the race of Elves.
Finding his bindings strong he stops his futile struggle and in the exert of flailing around he has to find his breath. It's weak from the movement and the very still air in the black chamber. For all he knew he could be in a dwarven vault! He stands there forcing himself to keep the weight of his body from cutting his wrists more.
"Wha.... What do you want with me?" The voice asks in gasping breaths.
No sounds comes from the other person inside, only the feeling of a piece of cold steel as the female places the sharp blade on her prisoners throat teasingly. She hears her victim whimper and grows more anxious.
"I don't want anything with you." she replies in a coy voice and adds. "I'm here because someone asked for an assassin. You should be careful whom you piss off, young one." And she takes her dagger and slowly draws it across her captive's throat, but just enough to make a mark, but not enough to kill the captive. He whimpers in response to the sting from the blade and his sweat entering the wound.
"My...my people... will find us..." He says trying to swallow his spit from his dry mouth.
"Xun naut eszak ussta d'anthe. Dos zhal tlu xuil Shilien ulnin." She then snaps her hand fast and the dagger cuts deep and hard through the captive's throat.
It cut so cleanly and accurately that the vocal chords were cut and he could not make a sound and half bleed to death and half choked on his own blood. However, the assassin was gone well before the last drop of blood struck the cold stone.