[Arien]

Shivana walked to her room, she would eat, get her things ready and go to sleep. That’s what she always did. Hunters each walked to their separate rooms, Shivana’s was the final one. As she creaked open the door she heard her name being called. It was Kavita.

“Shivana, good luck for tomorrow,” she said ,“ though you do not need it, it will be those slaves who need it.” she paused for a while, “ just remember to come back alive!”

Shivana punched her in the arm, “of course I will. Who do you think I am?” Shivana drew her dagger and pointed it at Kavita’s heart, “how dare you say I will not come back, how dare think that!” she whispered through her breath. Kavita just stood there, her hand on one hip.

“Yeah, ok, whatever,” she said pushing the dagger away, “good luck.” she said as she left the corridor. Kavita knew if it was anyone else Shivana would have killed them. But she was a friend, and Shivana was not about kill a friend especially one as loyal as Kavita.

Shivana watched as Kavita left down the corridor and then she went into her room. There was food there and all she would need for the hunt. She liked to travel light, it was far more easier to live off food in the wild then take a whole pack of food. And even if there was no food she would last longer than any slave would. She filled a large canteen with water and then another small one that slipped into her belt. And another that went into her belt she filled with ale. She took it off and placed it on the side with her cloak and shoes.

She then had a bath, just because she worked with slaves didn’t mean she had to smell like them. After she got ready to sleep she sat by her window. The sky was clear tonight and the stars shone down. She looked down onto the street where a slave was being beat by a new solider. Well she could hardly call it beating more of a gentle hitting on the back. She was getting tired of watching this new boy and decided to show him how it was done. She quickly got dressed and went outside to the street.

“What are you doing?” she asked nearly shouting at him.

“Sorry, he was out of line, telling me I am insolent, sorry!” he said awkwardly.

“Stop apologising fool .” she said taking her dagger from her belt. She shoved it into the slaves heart and he fell instantly to the ground. She pulled her blood soaked dagger out and wiped it on the soliders crisp new uniform.

He stared appauled for a moment. “What should I say happened ?” he asked.

“Happened?… Make something up and make it interesting! And I was not here, if I find out you have ratted me out I will kill you and all you love. Don't doubt me boy, you dare doubt me and I will kill yo now!”

“Yes, ok, yes.”

“Take it away,” she said pointing to the slave, “and you might want to get that cleaned up, you head guard will not be too pleased to find your clothes in a mess.” she said as she walked away pointing at his uniform. She went back to her room and bathed again and cleaned her dagger, and this time she went to her bed. She could not wait until the morning. So she slept peacefully awaiting the hunt.

[ April 22, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]