This...took a surprisingly dark turn, so I wouldn't suggest reading this unless you have nothing against blood and stuff.
A Dark Truth
Kara woke in the darkness. The room she'd taken had gone cold in the night, and she could feel Lilia shivering beside her. She sat upright, then stood, letting her cloak fall from her shoulders and over the little girl. She stared down at Lilia, her face gentle and loving, before turning back to the door and walking through. She tread cautiously down the corridors, before finding the way they'd came. Caster and his friends were still there, some still partying strong, some comatose and all dead drunk.
She watched a while, then began to creep into the room, keeping to the walls.
"So," she heard one of Caster's goons saying. "What should we do about the warrant?"
"You have to ask? Jeez, you idiot, its a no-brainer!" and he laughingly emptied half a bottle on the guy's head.
"She's one of us," a different one, slightly more sober than the rest, said as he chewed on his lip. "Don't that change the odds somewhat? If we start turning our own in, you'll lose the support of the members."
"Pfft! She ain't one of us, the older witch is. The little brat only follows her sis around because she's good for nothing else."
Kara slipped around till she was behind them, her mind only partly processing the words they spoke, filing it back for later contemplation. Her left hand disappeared into her sleeve, and she began to slink forward.
"When?" another asked, leaning towards Caster, and almost landing on his face.
"When they're both fast asleep," he replied. "I know the little witch. She won't be asleep for a while yet. Always the untrustworthy monster, that one." He suddenly straightened like he'd suddenly sobered and began to look around. Kara leapt up, latching onto a wall, which suddenly opened up and she hid inside its shadows. Caster glanced around, then nodded to himself a took a long messy drink from the bottle he held. "To the brat, and the fortune her bounty will bring us!" he roared with drunken exuberance.
Kara watched awhile, then latched onto the wall and started climbing upwards, like a spider. Handholds seemed almost to form to her hand, and she was soon directly overhead. She licked her lips semi-nervously, then bit down hard and let go, dropping down. Her left hand suddenly appeared from her sleeve, the shiny blade of a knife now visible in her grasp.
None of them looked up, so none saw her coming. Suddenly, Caster cried out and collapsed, the back of his neck cut open and bleeding profusely. The other men stared in stupefied bemusement, as Kara wiped her knife on her trousers. "Thus," she said softly but loud enough to be heard. "Is Dolmat avenged." She glared at the men who were Caster's goons, who still seemed a little too drunk to get it. She walked up to them, one at a time, and slit their throats. Some began to respond at the third man, but she was moving quickly and mercilessly. When she was done, all that remained of Caster's immoral crew was their bodies and their blood.
Her entire body shook from the enormity of what she had done. Yet, in her eyes, there was a new spark. Her hand rose to the breast pocket of her coat, pressing against the pocket and the something within it. "I did it Dolmat," she whispered. "I fulfilled your last wish." Her body began to tremble violently, tears pouring down her face. The light in her eyes was beginning to die. "Dolmat, I will protect the guild, and Lilia. I won't let anyone hurt her. No one will use her. Ever. I swear it, on my blade...on my blood..." Speaking and moving as one repeating a long-practiced oath, she cut her hand open slightly, allowing a thin trickle of blood to drip down and mix with the blood on the floor. "The guilty will be punished. The innocent will be protected," she breathed. "This I swear, Dolmat of Fire...I...your little Angel of Justice." and her body stilled at those words. When she raised her head, her eyes were clear once more, though something was missing from her eyes, some spark of life. Turning, she marched back to their room after carefully making sure she was clean of blood. No need to unnecessarily scare Lilia, after all.
She would learn, though, eventually, Kara's true purpose in the guild. She would learn the oath eventually...and the truth about Dolmat, Kara, and herself. But not yet, not yet, she was not ready for the bloodbath to be shed over her yet.
"Dolmat, let your spirit guide me," she pleaded. "I don't know...how much longer I can do this."
I....have nothing to say.
Thank you. Have a good day.
Ima go fangirl some more...