Because I felt like typing it out. :)
He was a simple man; although he could hardly claim the title of manhood. In truth, he was naught but a boy with the demeanor of a cold-hearted killer who executed orders given to him by higher powers. He was noble and just, as he would demand the life or item of the client equal to the sin of hiring him to assassinate a chosen individual. He was kind and understanding; as a child he often tormented a friend by forcing her to undergo rigorous training, knowing that she could rise above it stronger and wiser than before. Sin's sky blue eyes withheld all within the dungeon of his mind, yet a single smirk or chuckle could give away his true feelings. He was not one suited for the role of assassin, but he was worthy and skilled so another to be chosen for the task was foolish. It was what he aspired to be, like his father before him, but his father mysteriously disappeared and was rumored to have been captured and killed. Yes, in many ways he was but a child, but his stature and resonance of a calm, resulted aura would fool even the trained eye into believing he were a man. As such, much was expected of him and he met those expectations accordingly. He was responsible and wished to be taken seriously and his loyalty proved just that. Yes, he was still a child in the role of a man and his full transition to one was still beyond his reach.
Fierce as he portrayed himself to be his eyes could not hide the horror, even for the slightest moment, at the command that he must annihilate a special individual. It was the very same friend mentioned before, the one whom he had trained as a child, who was confirmed to have turned rogue and betrayed the people she was destined to rule. Sin searched in the eyes of his employers, the heads of the Council, but failed to find a trace of levity to imply a friendly joke. The command was absolute and the fear and sorrow of such an order gently glazed the eyes of every member; one in particular, the girl's father, was the most noticeable. He along with his wife had little hope for their child; they had believed she could not be a ruler to reign with an iron fist. They had allowed Sin to train her, but results of such were unsatisfactory. Another was called in to take over the process, the very one who stood at the end of the Council seats as the Royal Advisor looking just as shocked and fearful as Sin felt. The reflective feelings were echoed within the Royal Advisor but Sin gathered his composure within seconds. Fear and sorrow no longer clouded his judgement; rather, it was relief and peace he felt beating in his chest. He had been awaiting this day; for you see, he had been present during the girl's transformation into the treasonous and dangerous foe she came to be. He thought, at that moment, he had convinced himself he forever lost the companion he was so eager to see each and every day. No, that girl is lost, he had said, dead to me like the winter's frost that mercilessly kills any and everything it touches. It is what he attempted to convince himself, yet during the confusion and contemplation he watched and allowed her to escape from his grasp.
Yes, there was still doubt and he had been unable to accept it no matter how hard he tried. He needed to be strong; as his job as an assassin, he could not hesitate. Perhaps it was best, he concluded, to face this doubt and the memories of a sweet, determine girl intent on being stronger and step into the reality of a fiend who chose power over friendship. He glanced at the Royal Advisor, also a friend, as she shook her head in disappointment. Then, the pure irony of it all finally engulfed him. Wasn't he just the same?
He could not face it. His ruthless, cold heart began to thaw and crack. He would not kill his former friend. He would do everything in his power to bring her back alive and well. So, with this resolve, the fears of a boy were put to rest and the love of a man stepped onward.
By Alexis Kirtland
Written on 1/24/12
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