POV: The heart of a Wizard Hassan reflected on the shocking recovery as he sat in his room at Advisor Thadron’s spatial residence.Fatima wasnoa witch. He mulled over the matter in his mind as its ramification. He wondered if he had made the right choice in advising Advisor Thadron to keep her at the institute. He wanted her to understand him and join the cause.“But she had been so angry and clearly wanted nothing to do with him. She didn't understand that Papa's death was necessary.The tasks ahead were great. By killing Papa, he had absorbed his powers which he was not using anyways. “He would have died since his views were too idealistic for the Rebel movement.Papa had always been a leader and he would have formed a faction within the movement.“He Hassan had predicted all this and had chosen the better option of killing him now for the greater good. “If anything Fatima should be thanking him, " he thought, nodding his head. Unfortunately she was still blinded by sentiment
POV: A pawn Advisor Thadron couldn't believe what Hassan said.“Not a witch? How does that work, explain’ he said. Coming closer to them to confirm the theory. “According to my research, the power can skip some people in a bloodline, making them unable to perform magic like the rest of their family.Hassan said, with a composed expression now. He had arranged his facial features to be unconcerned after being disappointed by her.“In that case we'll have to kill her then, she's of no use to us and would expose us if given the chance, " he said , grabbing the ceremonial dagger from Hassan and heading towards Fatima.Hassan held him back by the hand, he looked up in surprise at the hand and looked up to Hassan.“Sorry Boss, Hassan said, pulling back his hand. It's just that I think she should continue her training at the institute. “Even if she doesn't emerge as one of the top three finalists, we can use her as an assassin for our curse, her stubborn streak will serve her well there,
POV; The ceremony Advisor Thadron entered the room looking steadily at Fatima, she didn't acknowledge his presence.“She was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. The guard stood at the door unsure of what to do.Advisor Thadron dismissed him, and he left, closing the door behind him. “As soon as the door was shut, she leaped from the bed aiming a kick at his chest. But she couldn't see him again, and with nothing to support her, she fell to the ground heavily.She heard a chuckle behind her and she looked back to see him sitting on her bed. “I anticipated that, he said.”How had he moved there so fast? She then remembered that he could teleport.“So, you were in the craft that day. My men found your talisman in the room and signs of your father's body being moved, he said, dropping her talisman on the bed. “Bastard, you made Hassan kill him, she spat out, feeling the need to avenge Papa.He faked a mock surprise.”“Me? No I didn't. Hassan was very clear on that, he ver
POV; the knife Fatima struggles to free herself from the bonds. Her head was buzzing and grief welled up as hot tears spilled out of her eyes. “Papa was dead. She now only has Hassan in the world who was a monster. Revenge flooded her heart as adrenaline coursed through her but first, she needed herself. As she inched closer to the walls of the crate, she felt something familiar on the floor. A knife. Papa had dropped it so she could free herself, even in his death, she thought, he was still helping her. Freeing herself wasn't going to be easy, she thought. Her hands are tied behind her, not in front.She laid on the ground wriggled her hands about for the knife. Her hands closed around the hilt and she raised it up curving it inwards to the rope on her wrists. She started moving the blade in an up and down motion. The code resisted at first, but gradually they weakened. But it was a long process and her hands grew tighter.She stopped and did intervals. Gradually they came
POV; Hassan story Fatima woke up groggily, her head spinned and her eyelids felt heavy. “Her mouth was gagged and her hands and legs were tied together. “Where was she, she thought, as he looked around her surroundings.Sue founded herself in some kind of big box. Then she remembered everything.“Papa had made her unconscious and tied her up afterwards. She struggled to free herself but the bonds were secure.She gave up as the bonds seemed to get tighter and bit into her skin, the more she struggled to get loose. There was a crack in the box she was in. She saw Papa on the floor with guards around him. The place the box sat in was dark whereas they were dimly lit so she saw everything with anyone seeing her.Advisor Thadron was talking now, gloating at his capture; she also heard them as the room echoed. To her surprise, Hassan came out from behind the guards. He seemed to be with them. “And the look on his face as he faced Papa was full of hate. She could not comprehend wha
POV; Betrayed They all turned and ran back towards the tunnel. Bright flashes of light were everywhere and Fatima looked back to see federation guard's firing at them with their stun guns.The light from their flashlight bobbed around wildly in the dark as they ran without any sense of direction.Judging from the heavy footsteps behind them, it was clearly an ambush.“They had been set up, but by who? She asked herself as she struggled to keep up with the others. Her legs were throbbing with pains and she knew the exertion would soon make her limp.Papa looked back at her and saw her in the rear. In one fluid motion, he scooped her in his arms and continued running. Her added weight slowed him down and she could now see the silhouette of guards gain on them. She could not see Hassan, it seemed he was ahead of them. She felt papa slowed down as he faltered when they came to a crossroad they had taken earlier.She saw his indecision as he didn't seem to remember which way they had
POV: Escape Fatima lay on her bed counting the minutes she had until 8:00 pm. She had gone through the day restless as she had been engaged in her thoughts.Now she was too afraid to imagine what she would do with her freedom if the plan succeeded. She didn't want to hope too much. She had passed through enough disappointment already. She glanced at the clock, 7; 45. She stood up and headed for the door. She had nothing to park as she had come to the institute without any belongings. Outside, the lights were dim since it was sleeping time according to the roster on the notice board. She tried to tip toe but the pain she felt from her leg as she applied pressure on it made her almost cry out. She stifled the shout by biting her clothes sleeves.She dragged her leg along as she limped to the place. She could not use the shortcut in front of her as the area was manned by security guards. She had to follow the longer routine behind the general bathroom. Since there was no one
POV: Infiltration.Danjuma walked along the underground rail alone. It was 7:30 pm, 30 minutes to escape time and he hurried to get to the institute on time. He wore tight black overalls and carried a duffel bag. Fatima would laugh if she saw him dressed like this, he thought, with a smile. He had always been used to his white jalabiyas.He had not told anyone back at the base about the plan. He was now certain that there was a spy among them who reported back to the officials. How else could the messenger have known, he didn't want to get caught up in the inner politics of the Rebels. He just wanted to be with his children. Light raindrops fell on him and he looked up at the sky.The kedran weather was very unpredictable. Climate change came without warning as it did now. The shower gradually increased in intensity and became a downpour complete with fireworks of lightning.He groaned out loud, he was now soaked thoroughly and he hugged the bag to his chest as he went on. He re
POV. The messager. Fatima felt happy, worried and apprehensive in turns. It was the day of the escape. The day seemed to be moving at a snail pace, she noted, looking at the antique clock in the class, 8:pm seemed far off. "She couldn't even concentrate on her favorite subject; Navigation and calculation. She feared the plan would fail. She had faced disappointment often enough to be optimistic. What if Papa didn't come on time? Or Hassan couldn't make it out of the dormitory. Then there was the rebel group, she didn't know if they could be trusted, what if one of them talked. There were just too many unknown and little time to figure them all out. She looked at the other trainees who were listening to master krim with rapt attention. They seemed resigned to their new life. Some of them were now contesting for the top three assassin's spots. "All she wanted to do was to go home but looking around at the mixed class with different races, it seemed like a far-fetched dream. S
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Interesting story. love the first chapters already