A City of Life

Since Bristan and Merrill are both writing stories, I'm inclined to do so too. This prologue was written during Honour's Day in Sec 1 while we were all slacking in the CPA2. Enjoy.

In the depth of night, two shadows stealthily crept over the outer gate into the dark passageways of Ming City. No sound was heard, except the crow of a raven. Slowly and steadily they climbed up the walls of Ming Citadel, which had kept out many a foe, finally landing on the top battlements of the Citadel.

Two armored guards stood guard on the wall tops, trying their best to keep awake. Without a sound the two assassins crept behind them, loading their poisoned darts to their blowpipe.

"Did you feel something?" said the first guard.

"Well, I felt a slight t ... t" stammered the second guard before collapsing on the spot, dead.

Death befell the first guard too. The assassins threw the bodies over the battlements, to land in a heap below. Then, without a word, the assassins merged back into the shadows. Only the raven watched them, through its unblinking eyes.

Moving among the shadows, the two assassins crept to the dungeons of the citadel. No thieves or murderers were held in this dark place. Dragons. Magnificent dragons were housed here. Passing one majestic golden door after another, the assassins crept past till they reached the last door at the dungeon's end. It was the only blue door and even more fascinating when looked upon. The assassins opened the door, and without a sound, they entered.