The Tale of the Crystal Snake- Part 1

The Tale of the Crystal Snake- Part 1

I awoke to the sounds of tweeting birds and sunshine. It was a nice day outside, much like any other day that I had seen. But, unlike other sunrises and days I have lived through up until now, this one was much more important. For, it was the one that proved to me I was still alive after that fatal wound I suffered.

(Why am I still alive?) I thought this to myself while looking at the suroundings of the place where I had been taken to. It was a simple wooden house that barely seemed to have anything within it. The only objects which drew my attention, were the facts that there were 2 beds in this house, a rounded wooden table in the centre of the room along with various pieces of equipment which Archers would normally have.

"Oh, so you're finally awake are you?" a voice spoke to me. One I had heard before yet, for some reason could not remember right away. I felt scared at first to say anything to the person but, once I looked into the eyes of that person I at last remembered who he was along with what he had done for me.

"You, saved me?" my voice sounded silent and emotionless to begin with, but, in reality I was very much confused.

"Of course I saved you, What? Did you want to die out in those woods?" there was a small hint of sarcasum in the person's voice which I took note of. I did not say anything for a moment. I simply gathered my thoughts together trying to determine what I should do.

I could not possibly kill this person he had saved my life. It was against my code of honour to hurt people who help me. But, as an assassin this situation was very dangerous for me. I had to think carefully on my course of action. As I thought things through however, I recalled those screaming voices from when I had been close to death. It had been horrifying, seeing all those I killed.

I was a monster, someone like me did not deserve to live yet, still here I was still alive and well. My time had not come but, what should I do now? I had nothing else but my job as an assassin.

It was then in that moment, that something in my head screamed telling me not kill anymore and that killing was wrong.

I had never felt such a thing before but, all of it led to one thing. I could not be an assassin anymore.

In fact, now that I thought of it, Why not stop with the whole assassin lifestyle? I originally had not wanted to do such things, but, it was only due to urging from my master that I undertook that evil role. But, now thanks to this situation there was a way out for me.

People would think I had died from the wounds I'd taken from that last job. I could merely pretend I had forgotten who I was and be reborn into a new person with no one being the wiser of what I had been or what I had done.

It was such a simple thing, I could lie and then become someone else.

I would leave that dark life behind me...but could I deal with the guilt?

They still haunted me, those who I killed, it was not something one could merely forget no matter how hard they willed themselves to forget.

(I can't, I don't want to lie, I don't want to kill, I never wanted to kill anyone...) it was then that something unexpected happened. I could feel myself crying, something I had not done since the days of my childhood.

I felt so sad and emotionally torn in that moment. Yet, the expression upon my face did not change. It was frozen into the emotionless expression trained into me from the start of my life as an assassin.

"Hhhey! why are you crying?" my savior spoke to me again, I knew then that I could not lie. My heart had already been corrupted enough with sin. To deny my past crimes would make me as evil as the devil himself and that I could not take. Not when I finally understood how terrifying dying really was.

I told my savior all of what I had done, every last detail, all of my murders, the assassinations, the killings.

I didn't miss out a single aspect of how much of a terrible person I was.

"I'm terrible, those people up until now I never realised..." I cried even more not wanting to stop for now I remembered everything. All of the terrible memories I blocked out long ago.

It had only been when faced with death myself, that I fully understood how those people felt when I killed them. My claws had slit their necks, stabbed them in the heart, tore out their throats...

My claws were covered so much in blood, that no amount of water could ever wash them clean. I spent a long time just talking and talking of how evil I was...I was being driven mad by my guilt.

I didn't stop I just kept going and going until...

"I get it already! you don't have to cry anymore, I can see you're sorry, so don't cry anymore! You're a man arn't you?" the savior's words instantly made me stop from my endless woes. Those kind words, I took them to heart and like with my life the saviour also gave me hope that someday I could save my soul from the terriblr things I had done to corrupt it.

With only a few small words he had driven away my guilt.

I owed this man everything, my life, my sanity, and now my soul...he saved me from so much...I had to know who he was.

"The names Connor, Connor Visage, What's your name kid?" I then looked downward feeling happyness well up in me for the first time in so long. I then quickly answered the savior's question as calmly and as effciently as possible.

"My name is Dalias, may I call you master?"