It didn’t take long to coat myself in earth once more, to get rid of the scent of Diveen and the look of an Angel, to make myself no more than an earth coloured loner. None would ever know, none could ever tie what would happen tonight back to me or Diveen. It had to be that way. I have seen the errors other assassins made in the past and truly I believe this is the best way. We are of the shadows, so we should act like it. Knowledge is power in so many ways and yet my assassins and I- we would be untraceable. None would have the knowledge of who we really were and in that way, well, we could better protect those who needed protection. I wasn’t Hyrule anymore. I was Majora and he had a job to do. I followed hurriedly after Attu, far enough behind to stop him smelling me and yet not so far as to lose him entirely. I was putting to use everything I had ever been trained to do and I was, well, nervous. They never tell you that. No one ever says you’ll be able to hear your heart pound in your ears so loud your sure your enemy can hear it. They never say you’ll have a lump in your throat and nervousness in your veins and doubt in your heart. They make it sound easy, Azrael, Heyel, Ava and the others- they make it sound as if taking a life is simple. Maybe it was for some. Zeus had taken the life of Voltaire as if it didn’t matter and maybe…..maybe it was him I was truly avenging tonight- the wolf I’d watched die on the sand a few days ago. Amir would have joined him if Guardian and I hadn’t seen Attu rushing in to murder him. I was doing the right thing, I had to be, maybe Attu was innocent to an extent but it didn’t change the fact Zeus still held power over him, was controlling him with musrooms of all things and maybe I could let him go, maybe I could let him live but in the end he would only come back. Who would be next? Amir? Ska? My Mother?

For that short period of time between the rules of Isola and Achilles I had seen what was wrong with so much in these lands. Maybe I had Covet to thank for that- for showing me exactly who nd what I never wanted to be, for showing me the true face of cowardice and the false power of lies. He taught me to hate I suppose and I’m not proud of that. Darkness, Zelda called it, the type of darkness that eats at you, the type I know exists within myself too and yet, if anything, I suppose it had inspired me to…..act out. To help who and what I could when I could and keep the balance of this land as it should be. Maybe I was wrong, maybe that wasn’t my right to decide but until the day someone stopped me I saw no need not to try. Attu had acted in Zeus’ stead tonight and that was all I needed for a conviction. He needed to be stopped and I would stop him- to protect my pack and those who call it home. It didn’t stop the nervousness though, it didn’t stop the thoughts that littered my mind as I struggled to remember everything I knew about defending myself. Unless I could grasp her throat in one moment he would fight back. It was as Heyel had always said. An assassin exists for only so long as he is superior to his opponent- the moment he is not- he ceases to exist. We don’t get second chances. It was do or die, all or nothing. My heart was beating faster and faster as Attu stopped at a clearing up ahead, seating himself down with his mushrooms.

I couldn’t let…..pity sway me. I couldn’t let doubt creep in- but it did. I felt it. Maybe that makes me weak….I don’t know. Yet…..for as long as I live I never will forget the sight of Voltaire lying in the dirt, struggling to breath, his daughter begging for him to stay. It would have been Amir…….it would be someone else next time and I could not allow next time. At least, I suppose, Attu will never know it was me, he will never know it was a wolf of Diveen- he will see only a wolf of chocolate fur with violet eyes. Some part of me took comfort in that, though I don’t know why. I slunk forward then, keeping to the shadows, circling, my paws silent on the earth as I did, heckles lifting in anticipation as I felt something entirely new begin to chase away doubt. It was adrenaline I suppose and yet that….that was something far more potent, each muscle pulling taut and ready. Attu worked for Zeus- Zeus would pay tonight and I would be one step closer to doing as I promised I would do for Voltaire and that, hell, that gave me a strength I never even knew I had, an assurance that obliterated doubt in my mind. I would never bow to a false King like Covet, I would never bow to a false God like Zeus and if I had to take down his friends one by one- then so be it. It was time my family and I left our own message for this so called God of Thunder.

There was no coming back from this. This was the night I suppose I would always remember as the night I truly took that final leap into who and what I would become- and I didn’t look back.

I lunged suddenly from the darkness, landing barely a stride from Attu before launching myself with all the force of youth and energy towards the exposed right side of his neck. I couldn’t grasp his throat right away, I knew this would turn into a fight, but I had no intention of losing. If Voltaire was watching from somewhere above I truly prayed he might lend me a little of his strength- Attu was so much larger, but I fighting to kill tonight- and I knew entirely how. My teeth sought to plunge into the right side of his neck as a roar ripped from somewhere within my throat and I bit down. Hard. If I managed to find my purchase I’d shake my head, attempting to worsen the damage as I braced upon the earth- but not for long, my form diving away once more. He was a large wolf, but assuredly not fast at that size. Speed would be my weapon tonight, the violet of my gaze narrowed darkly upon him and I lunged again- this time at the delicate underside of his right flank- aiming for stomach and intestine the way one guts a deer.

His God wouldn’t save him now.




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