Maelstrom44

It was cold. The man hiding in the bushes pulled his cloak tighter. He shivered, was it the cold? Or was it in fear of what he was about to do? The man checked to see if the knife was still in his belt, the blade glinted in the light from the full moon as he unsheathed it. Swearing under his breath, the man cursed himself for not blackening the blade, but he couldn’t leave now, he had to finish what he came here to do, his name and reputation depended on it. Moving forward the man was glad that the rustling of the long grass in the wind disguised the sound of his own movement. The man knew that he had to move quickly, before his conscie