In my World Literature class we were required to present some "Creative Writing" to the class. I didn't really know what they meant so, this is what I ended up presenting.
This was written in about half an hour in the time between getting home from Seminary and when the class I needed it for started. Therefore it received minimal editing.
Face Off
Eli Gardner, created 9-14-2011
Where
did he go?
You would think that an assassin would not be thinking this to
himself but.
I'd
been on his trail for almost a week. I was catching up. The magic
aura signature was becoming more and more fresh every hour. And now
this?
The signature had disappeared, completely. There was no trace of him
teleporting or magically concealing himself. He just, disappeared off
of all magical radar.
Nim had not given up yet because this was his assignment. Sure it was
all political, corrupted and probably misconceived but, it was his
job. This was the way he stayed alive. He didn't get paid with this
magician still alive. He had to at least look like he tried until
there was no possible way of completing his assignment.
Nim was actually on the right track. He had found and followed the
target and was actually very close to him as he despaired over his
supposed defeat.
The man's name was Zutrice. He was a magician. A very powerful one.
He was an elemental warlock who specified in the art of fire. He was
an arch-mage for one of the empires more capitalistic kingdoms.
Handling the mystic aspect of that kingdom's affairs. He was on some
kind of political mission which is of no particular importance to our
story except that it placed him in a more conspicuous location than
is typically allowed for a high ranking citizen.
Zutrice was a political target. His assassination would probably stir
up some massive war or make somebody slip into a more powerful
position in some seemingly unrelated government agency. In other
words. His death was of no real value except as a political weapon.
The arch-mage was creative and powerful. He knew Nim was stalking
him. So, he had cast a cloud of magical confusion making Nim unable
to detect him if he got close enough. Apparently, it worked. Nim got
within a stones throw of the arch-mage and then stopped.
Now Zutrice was looking at him through the window of an inn. Nim the
assassin. Tall, of course, with a long cloak to hide all his tricks,
traps and weapons.
He
is going to try and kill me. This government hit man? Pitiful.
Zutrice conjured a large ball of fire, compressed it into a bolt,
wound up for the shot and –
Fell over dead.
Nim suddenly felt magic rushing at him from an inn on the other side
of the square.
Under
attack? Quick! Defend!
But the wave of Zurtrice's magic from his death simply swept over
him, telling him his target was.... dead?
Nim found the arch-mage's body on the floor of the inn. He had a hole
through his forehead from.... looked like a .50 cal.
Sniper!
Probably still here! Oh no! Cover! Gotta get under cover!
Nim fell over the arch-mage's body; dead.
Don't you love politics?
