She stood in front of a mirror, looking at herself.
She did not speak a single word that day, because she knew that today was the day:
the day that changed her life forever. The day that her parents got killed while she was only a teen.
And it was also the day that she would end her parents' killer.
Dahlia looked at herself once more, before she grabbed a small knife and brought it to her hair.
She swore that she would be a different person after she put an end to her search.
Most of her history, cut off and fallen to the ground...
The night came sooner than expected, but that didn't matter.
Dahlia through the darkest streets of the city. She knew where he was, where he lived, everything.
After all these years, I found you, she thought.
There was some wind that night, but it felt relaxing.
After a while, she found his house.
It was near the sea.
Dahlia took a breath before she took a closer look.
The man wasn't alone. He was having a drink with two other guys.
It seemed like they had fun, but that would end soon. Quietly, Dahlia moved to the front door.
She then knocked, while having one of her arming swords ready.
The door opened, and a tall, muscular man opened.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Dahlia did not answer. Instead; she quickly moved her sword, landing a successful slice in the man's throat.
The man made a strange sound, before falling to the ground, holding his hand on his throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
She then pushed the man away, stepping inside.
The living room was now covered in blood, with two dead men on the floor.
The fight with the second guy didn't take long. After a short moment of confusion, he rushed and attempt to stab Dahlia.
With only two slices, she had already disarmed him.
To finish things off quickly, she stabbed him twice: in his stomach and in his chest.
To be sure he wouldn't survive it, she sliced him in the throat too.
And now, she was alone with him.
They stared at each other for a long time before the man asked why she did this.
"You should know why."
That was Dahlia's only answer.
When the man still didn't understand it, Dahlia said three words:
"Jorrhildr, my parents, money."
After ten seconds, the man finally knew who she was.
A creepy smile appeared on his face.
"Ah, now I remember you," he said.
"Somehow your face always seemed familiar. I remember you on your mothers' paintings.
You've grown I see..."
Dahlia's jaw clenched. He had already seen her.
Do it now. Do it now.
Suddenly, the man stood up. Waiting for a minute, he then suddenly unsheathed his sword and rushed towards Dahlia.
What followed after, were the sounds of clashing swords and shortly after, a scream.
The wind rushed through the street.
It was awfully quiet.
Somebody was dragging a body, which was eventually dumped in the water.
Moments passed by, and the person eventually left.
They smiled.
A cold smile, with a cold look.
The person took a breath.
It was over.
She did not speak a single word that day, because she knew that today was the day:
the day that changed her life forever. The day that her parents got killed while she was only a teen.
And it was also the day that she would end her parents' killer.
Dahlia looked at herself once more, before she grabbed a small knife and brought it to her hair.
She swore that she would be a different person after she put an end to her search.
Most of her history, cut off and fallen to the ground...
The night came sooner than expected, but that didn't matter.
Dahlia through the darkest streets of the city. She knew where he was, where he lived, everything.
After all these years, I found you, she thought.
There was some wind that night, but it felt relaxing.
After a while, she found his house.
It was near the sea.
Dahlia took a breath before she took a closer look.
The man wasn't alone. He was having a drink with two other guys.
It seemed like they had fun, but that would end soon. Quietly, Dahlia moved to the front door.
She then knocked, while having one of her arming swords ready.
The door opened, and a tall, muscular man opened.
"Who are you?" he asked.
Dahlia did not answer. Instead; she quickly moved her sword, landing a successful slice in the man's throat.
The man made a strange sound, before falling to the ground, holding his hand on his throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
She then pushed the man away, stepping inside.
The living room was now covered in blood, with two dead men on the floor.
The fight with the second guy didn't take long. After a short moment of confusion, he rushed and attempt to stab Dahlia.
With only two slices, she had already disarmed him.
To finish things off quickly, she stabbed him twice: in his stomach and in his chest.
To be sure he wouldn't survive it, she sliced him in the throat too.
And now, she was alone with him.
They stared at each other for a long time before the man asked why she did this.
"You should know why."
That was Dahlia's only answer.
When the man still didn't understand it, Dahlia said three words:
"Jorrhildr, my parents, money."
After ten seconds, the man finally knew who she was.
A creepy smile appeared on his face.
"Ah, now I remember you," he said.
"Somehow your face always seemed familiar. I remember you on your mothers' paintings.
You've grown I see..."
Dahlia's jaw clenched. He had already seen her.
Do it now. Do it now.
Suddenly, the man stood up. Waiting for a minute, he then suddenly unsheathed his sword and rushed towards Dahlia.
What followed after, were the sounds of clashing swords and shortly after, a scream.
The wind rushed through the street.
It was awfully quiet.
Somebody was dragging a body, which was eventually dumped in the water.
Moments passed by, and the person eventually left.
They smiled.
A cold smile, with a cold look.
The person took a breath.
It was over.
