Practice #1 - The Black Assassin

“Hes here,master.” said a butler.

“Who?” an dark shadow asks.

“The one you have asked for,of course!”

“Ah,yes…Bring him here!” the ominous figure demanded.

“Yes,master” the butler relies,as he walks away.

In comes a shadowy figure.Rags are where pants should be,and all else  is fogged up by the mist and lowly lighted environment.

“So,how did it go?” the ominous figure asks.

The man throws a golden crown in the middle of the floor.The man doesn’t answer.

“Ah,very well.Here is your reward,and I thank you for your services.” the ominous figure says.

The man takes the money that has been thrown in the middle,and the crown,he then bows and leaves.

“You will be remembered for many years to come,Black Assassin.” the ominous figure whispers to himself.

The door of the castle has closes shut.The man walks outside and the sun shines on his rags,in which the style resembles that of what ninjas wear.He then takes off his rags to breath a bit from his mouth.
The ragged man takes out a map of locations and crosses one out.He then walks over to a nearby horse that is right next to a stable.

“Shush,now.I'm back,its time to go to our last stop Rita.” the assassin says.

The horse neighs at him and licks his cheek.

“Are you hungry?”, he says as he pulls out an apple.

She neighs and then stomps her hooves on the ground.

“Okay,Okay!”, he laughs while giving her the apple.

He rubs her mane and gets onto her firmly and steadily and then he put up his rags,in front of his face to cover his nose.

“Ready,Rita?”  he yells while putting his hand in the air.

The horse neighs and as he threw his hand forward,the horse and him disappeared into the sand-blizzard like desert.