First Mission- Ficlet for LegendLand
Title: First Mission
Words: 362
Rating: PG
Denna asked for me personally. I smile with satisfaction as I saunter down the hallway to her. Becoming a sister of the agiel was a privilege and made me into a Mord’Sith. Mord’Sith are revered by all and personal guards to Lord Rahl himself. I was hand picked by the Mord’Sith to become part of their family. I could have never imagined anything so wonderful.
Denna was one of the best, and said to be Lord Rahl’s favorite. I was told by Mistress Patricia that Denna was asked by Lord Rahl to go on a special mission, and she wanted me to assist her. Me. Cara Mason. Sister of the Agiel. Mord’Sith. I place a hand on my agiel, to feel the familiar pain pulsate though me as I enter the outside courtyard where Denna is waiting with several D’Haran guards. She turns when she hears me and gives me a small smile.
“Cara,” she purrs.
“Denna,” I answer.
“I was told you were one of the best newly trained Mord’Sith,” Denna walks closer to me. “That you handled the pain like no other.”
“It takes years, to learn to handle the pain,” I stiffen. “All of it, an honor to become Mord’Sith.”
“More of an honor than you can yet fathom,” Denna slowly smiles. “Lord Rahl asked me on a special mission for him. A mission he only trusts Mord’Sith to complete.”
“Never send a man to do a Mord’Sith’s job,” I tell her.
“Exactly,” she responds. “Lord Rahl told me to pick any Mord’Sith to assist me. I choose you. Completing this mission will gain you favor in Lord Rahl’s eyes as well. Adoration any Mord’Sith would kill to have.”
“I will not fail you or Lord Rahl. That is a guarantee,” I met her gaze. I would gain the admiration of Lord Rahl. Perhaps I could even become his favorite. I have many aspects to offer him. I smile at Denna, letting my internal thoughts occupy my mind of future possibilities. I was more than grateful for the pain I endured, the pain I can endure, and the pain I can give. Pain was my ally in this world.
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Words: 362
Rating: PG
Denna asked for me personally. I smile with satisfaction as I saunter down the hallway to her. Becoming a sister of the agiel was a privilege and made me into a Mord’Sith. Mord’Sith are revered by all and personal guards to Lord Rahl himself. I was hand picked by the Mord’Sith to become part of their family. I could have never imagined anything so wonderful.
Denna was one of the best, and said to be Lord Rahl’s favorite. I was told by Mistress Patricia that Denna was asked by Lord Rahl to go on a special mission, and she wanted me to assist her. Me. Cara Mason. Sister of the Agiel. Mord’Sith. I place a hand on my agiel, to feel the familiar pain pulsate though me as I enter the outside courtyard where Denna is waiting with several D’Haran guards. She turns when she hears me and gives me a small smile.
“Cara,” she purrs.
“Denna,” I answer.
“I was told you were one of the best newly trained Mord’Sith,” Denna walks closer to me. “That you handled the pain like no other.”
“It takes years, to learn to handle the pain,” I stiffen. “All of it, an honor to become Mord’Sith.”
“More of an honor than you can yet fathom,” Denna slowly smiles. “Lord Rahl asked me on a special mission for him. A mission he only trusts Mord’Sith to complete.”
“Never send a man to do a Mord’Sith’s job,” I tell her.
“Exactly,” she responds. “Lord Rahl told me to pick any Mord’Sith to assist me. I choose you. Completing this mission will gain you favor in Lord Rahl’s eyes as well. Adoration any Mord’Sith would kill to have.”
“I will not fail you or Lord Rahl. That is a guarantee,” I met her gaze. I would gain the admiration of Lord Rahl. Perhaps I could even become his favorite. I have many aspects to offer him. I smile at Denna, letting my internal thoughts occupy my mind of future possibilities. I was more than grateful for the pain I endured, the pain I can endure, and the pain I can give. Pain was my ally in this world.
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