The Assassin

Hemel had tracked his way to the Southern Fort even after running into the gnomes who had abandoned it. They claimed that they had sent the humans into the desert to die, and Hemel was eager to confirm their kills.

But after finding only a few makeshift graves that were hastily dug, Hemel grew suspicious that most of the fugitives were likely alive. The assassin was not sad. Instead, he was excited for the thrill of the chase.

Like a deranged predator, Hemel wanted his unsuspecting prey to suffer a little before finishing them off. He rode his stolen horse further into the desert knowing his targets could not have gone far.

His hunt was cut slightly short as a leprechaun pointed him in the right direction. Pesky devil! No matter, it would not affect the overall outcome.

Coming upon two ladies in the desert one morning, Hemel stopped to observe them practicing archery. One was clearly a soldier, yet the other, whose face was wrapped to block out the sun's heat, was the one who was sho