Night Owl(3)

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Multiple whistles ring in the atmosphere. The main force found the corpses and is gathering everyone, I can hear thousands of footsteps heading my way.

At the rift valley, a man is trying to pull Bodev away at the cliff of block mountain. Scattered at the edge are groups of archers. They need to leave before the main forces catch up.

The man pulling Bodev has a huge bow behind his back. He is the elder brother of Bodev, Solondria Isva.

"No! We have to leave, we've accomplished our goal of retrieving you," says Solondria.

"No, I keep my promises."

"Fuck! We have to go! They are aiming for YOUR life."

"But-"

"Sir." a subordinate interrupts Bodev.

"What is it?"

The subordinate points at the rift valley. "2 people. Grey or probably white hair and red eyes, the other one, black hair and eyes."

Solondria peeks over the edge to see their guest. He raises his hand and everyone draws their bow.

"Wait! That's the person I talked about. He is Arsto." Says Bodev.

"The one from the newspaper? Heh... I don't believe someone heroic wants to save you without an ulterior motive."

"He calls himself a traitor. He said it when he betrayed his group to help me."

Solondria glance at Bodev, his expression is firm. In the end, he sighs and pulls his bow. Mana flows from his hand into the bow, forming a mana arrow at the bowstring. Solondria releases his pull.

*BING!*

A large ray arrow zooms through the sky, leaving behind sparks of mana and lighting.

*BAM!!*

It destroys the ground next to the two men.

"Hands up!" Solondria shouts.

I put the assassin down on the floor and raise my hand above my head.

"Capture them. That's the most I can do." Solondria says.

Bodev nods and thanks Solondria.

The subordinates leap down the mountain using platforms and gaps. Once behind me, they put a bag over my head and tie my hand together before knocking me out.

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Some hours later...
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"Ngh..." The assassin groans. His head rings painfully. Trying to breathe hurts in the chest and his legs and arms feel numb. Yet he pushes his body and forces himself up. Sitting against the wall with a pale complexion, he tries to look around.

"Hey hey." a voice echoes.

I walk up to the assassin and help him up.

"Are you okay?" I say. My face comes into his view.

"You...Who are..." The assassin says.

"I'm Arsto."

"Ah...the guy...from the newspaper...I'm Grad."

"Alright, stop talking. You are in a bad shape." I say.

Grad shows zero emotions in his eyes.

"We are in a prison cell. Some guy beat me up before I could do anything in the forest. Was it the same for you?"

Grad nods.

I sigh and scratch my head.

"Uhm...is help coming? No no, quite unlikely." I mumble.

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