Dark From Within

Anto stepped in to the Office of Secrets; this was where he was employed. He was an Agent of Secrets. With his hood up since walking away from the barkeeper, and his hand gripped so tightly on Ky’th he was not showing any emotion to the outside world. This was his normal, though normal for Anto Anyeth’s checking in did not include him ready to draw.

To the rest of the Office, Anto was doing routine. He walked in hooded with all of his gear, which he was taking off, all with his right hand. Since he traveled very lightly this would not be an issue for him. He took special care not to revel the doings of his left and under his cloak.

If Syheadren was glowing, Anto had no doubt that Ky’th would be too, though in the light no one would be able to tell unless they looked for it. Anto hoped nobody would.

Anto greeted his associates as they greeted him while he was unloading. He was beginning to put things together as he spoke of his mission, and what happened when he reached home. His senior was at the Di’han office earlier it appeared. The more he spoke the more he noticed people focusing on him. By the time he got to his bow and quiver he knew that his life was no longer going to be the same.

His home office sent all of the agents here, he had counted the other four, and his senses told him that nothing was to be trusted here. The office Captain just asked him to place his bow against the wall slowly. Anto knew.

While he was laying the oaken bow against the wall, Anto’s mind went over how his next few actions would be, in his peripheral vision he could tell that the five people around him were armed, one with an axe, three with swords, and one with a whip. He had trained with these people and almost could see how the next few minuets would be.

No one in the office had figured out that Anto knew that the betrayal came form the Office of Secrets already, and no one knew how he was armed, because of his specialty and because of his ranking only Anto’s senior and the leaders of the Office knew about Syheadren and Ky’th, they knew he was a master archer and nothing more.

Anto felt the bow hit the wall. As he released it, with one motion he removed his cloak, drew both swords and before anyone could react had cut down the five agents closest to him. By now the other three people in the office were heading towards Anyeth to bring him down, by the way they came at him, one with a short sword, one with a dagger and the last, the office supervisor with a staff. The two agents did not even make it with in distance to make their weapons count, the fear, anger and force in Anto sent a blast of blood out of the sword bearer that the agent with the dagger was distracted long enough to run right into Ky’th, ending his treat to Anto.

When threat was imamate to Anto, his swords would glow, when Anto’s emotions took over and he flowed with fear and anger they would appear to be blazing with red and green flame, this has happened twice in the life of these swords, the day they were first given to Anto by the Elven smiths, he was filled with fear at his new surroundings and his assignment, and today.

As the office Captain stood facing Anto, speaking to him, trying to tell him he was worth nothing and filling Anto with more rage as he explained to him the way his family meet its doom, Anto gripped tighter and tighter, the flame coming from the twin swords was overpowering the light in the room. Anto leaped at the Captain both arms out, bring then across each other, not just simply cutting the staff in two but shattering it so there was nothing in his foes hands but ache.

Now pleading for his life the captain explained that Anto would not live long enough to complete his task of capturing the assassins that killed his family, Anto raised Syheadren, and with a force that he pulled from the depths of his soul, he knocked the Captain out, he then took Ky’th and pierced it though his right bicep, twisting it to make sure the bone was shattered, then he took the sword and brought it though the mans femur.

Anto walked back to his gear, reached into a bag and grabbed a cloth out of it, he took the cloth and delicately wiped the twin blades, Syheadren and Ky’th before placing them in their respective sheathes. He then walked over to the lump of human that was once the respected Captain and with all the respect that he could muster explained the reason he was spared, but giving such “memories”. The captain said nothing, just spat at Anto, which enraged him, but, the little light that still remained in Anto soul began to take his mind and Anto walked away, put his cloak back on, put his bag upon his back, reached for his quiver, drew and arrow, slotted its end to his bow string and bulled back and released, placing the arrow in the Achilles tendon of the foe he faced, by destroying this mans ability to walk, he would be forever reminded of what he did to the Anyeth clan and perhaps one day, everyone whom saw his walk would know the evil he committed.

With his bow and quiver on his back Anto walked thought the door and out to the latrine.