Hello everyone, I am sorry that I had to delete my story. I had some things I needed to fix. I decided to go into more detail about some things. The story line should be easier to follow. Anyhow, hope you like it.

The dreary mountains pushed in around me as I made my way to the dark castle. A slight drizzle permeated the air and eventually soaked through my cloak. I huddled deep into its depth, hoping to find a small bit of warmth in the fabric. But to no avail. Along with the rain, there was a cold, unrelenting wind against my face. This was the first time I had been outside of my hometown in a while. It was a small place outside of the grand Redmont. I kept mostly to myself, occasionally taking a small job for spying or whatnot. Yes, you heard me right, I'm a spy. And a thief. Before you accuse me of being a cold-hearted criminal, I just happened to be good in a certain skill set and I used it in my favor. All right, there's more to it. I used to be an assassin. Yes, an assassin. You know, someone who kills for money. Yeah, I did that. But see, I wasn't one of those assassins who did it for the fun of it. I could name off an endless list of the best assassins in the business who do it for sheer joy. They make their targets suffer in death. You see, in these lands, not only normal people roam. In the mountains, you have the dwarves, trolls and giants. For the most part, they keep to themselves. In the forests or plains you have the elves. Myself being included in this category. Then, of course, you have humans. The boring race. (If you are human reading this and take offense, I am truly sorry. I have nothing against them personally) ANYWAY… In these lands, we also have magic. There are many sub categories in this large plethora of groups. You have fire elementals, water, air, earth, lightning, stone, poison, fear, light, darkness, spirit, energy, death, life, and many others. Then you have the more dangerous elementals. The ones who can control more than one. Now, back on subject. Most people who become assassins have elemental magic. It makes it more fun for them. Since they enjoy people's pain, they use their elemental magic to kill their targets slowly. For example, if an assassin has ice magic, they could freeze someone to death. A slow, painful way to go. Stone, you could literally make their insides hard and entomb them from the inside. Also quite nasty. I could tell you more, but I'm choosing not to. But me, when I was given a target, I did it with cold, hard precision. I followed my target, learned their habits, and eventually got close enough to kill them. I'll admit it, I have elemental magic. But no, I don't use it to kill people. I choose the more... how should I say… well, the more ethical way. I don't make people suffer. I do it the simple, old fashion way, with cold, forged steel. More often than not, my employer tells me to find out a specific piece of information before killing said soon to be dead subject. Well, to put it simply, the assassin business paid great, but after a while, my morals began to sink in. I began to feel lost. Killing for money was plain wrong. So then I began just spying and stealing for money. It paid just as good as assassination, minus the unpleasant downside of slitting someone's throat. So all in all, let's just say that the only reason I took this particular job was the pay. It was infinitely more than my normal fare. Enough to keep me comfortable for a long time. The catch, of course, was that is was so far away. It had taken me almost a week to get here. To the castle I now saw. It was a place that wasn't to be found unless you were looking for it. It was rough and shot out through the rocks. Deep in a crevice, I saw a heavy, dark, wooden gate. It was silent, deadly so. I jumped off my horse, my soft leather shoes not making a sound on the rocks.
"Alitna rayma." I whispered to it. its ears perked up the shook its mane. I grabbed my bow, various knives(which I stuck in my boots, belt, and around my person.) I then reached deep in my pack and pulled out a small crossbow no bigger than my palm along with a pack of miniature darts and a small vial of clear liquid. I dipped one of the darts in the liquid then loaded it in the crossbow.
"Nitala viar." I whispered to my horse. He shook his mane again then quietly trotted off down the path. I snuck around the rocks until I got right next to the gate. There were no guards, which I found quite odd. From the rock I was hiding behind, I looked left and right. I stood there for quite a while until a guard rounded the corner. He had on dark clothes and armor. His helmet covered most of his face and his sword was a jagged piece of dark metal. His steps were short and clean. He walked to the gate, then stood in front of it with his shield and sword at a ready position. A few seconds later, another guard who could have been the first guards twin walked up to the gate then stood at the same position. Not moving, not talking, just standing and protecting.
"Hmm." I thought "Might be a bit harder to get in than I thought. Oh well." I pulled out my crossbow with the dart on it, raised it to the proper height then adjusted it to counterbalance the wind, aimed, then...

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-KASMN