I’m alive. I should be dead. I shall put down an account of what happened why it is fresh in my mind; before I seek the peacefulness of slumber. I have faced evil and defeated it. Falstaff is no more...although his legacy lives on.
I came face to face with my creator in the secret abode of “The Organisation”, the place I spent all those years learning to become an assassin. You could call it a homecoming. But finding its location in the Del Rey Nebula wasn’t that difficult in the end, using the skill Isabella left me, that allowed me to find her killers, brought me there. But strangest of all was that the entire place was deserted a part from Falstaff. It seemed he was expecting me and wanted to deal with me himself. I obliged. We stood opposite one another in the courtyard, the exact spot that he taught me to kill. We gazed at one another. Those damn eyes of his staring right through me, still put me on edge even now. I steadied myself and held his look. “So, the pupil has come to usurp the master.” His words entering my mind, his lips not moving. I felt him probing my thoughts, I allowed him to do so, to see what I had become. He quickly retreated when he felt the love that now resided in me...Isabella’s love.
I took out my death knife, the one we were suppose to use on ourselves if there was no escape, I read the words upon the blade once more: “Death Before Dishonour”. I told him that I intended to kill him with this blade. A bit melodramatic stating the obvious, but if I were to defeat him I would need any advantage that would put him off. As my body tensed for the fight to commence...he made an offer.
“Join me; you have proven yourself far beyond what I expected. My choice was well founded; I knew you could achieve the tasks I laid before you. You surpassed them, because here you are, standing before me when you should be dead. I obviously taught you too well. But that is inconsequential, what matters is that you are here as the galaxy burns around us. I shall bring back the gods of old, through me they will rule again. Even now, as the blood spills throughout the stars I can feel their presence slowly awakening, they begin to stir in their slumber. Join me, and I will set you high in my council. Don’t throw you life away now, you have come too far and there is still a ways to go.”
I suppose he made a tempting offer, after all he was handing me power beyond my wildest imagination, to have the power of life and death in my hands, but not as a paid assassin, but rather as a Demi God. I refused immediately, and gave him a counter offer by drawing first blood. I attacked and slashed him across the forearm before he had time to move away. He yelled in pain and anger. It was the first time he ever showed emotion. I smiled...I’ll be damned if I did not smile. It infuriated him. But within seconds the smile was wiped from my face.
I have never fought a Krull and have never seen one fight when it truly matters...it is an unforgettable sight. I soon found myself defending against two hidden blades that sprung forth from beneath his robes as if like magic. His moves were so fluid, like liquid, it was almost as if he was dancing. I dodged and weaved beneath and around his attacks. But even so he nicked me several times and I knew that I could not beat him, that it was only a matter of seconds before his blades found their mark. But I fought on, I didn’t give up, I wouldn’t surrender without a fight. I concentrated on blocking his attacks, all my attention was giving over to this purpose. I couldn’t allow myself to think how I might get through his defence; if I broke my train of thought he would have me. But still it was only a matter of time before he dislodged my blade from my hand and had me on the ground, his twin blades on either side of my neck, ready to take my head off.
I steeled myself for the death stroke. I thought of Isabella. I saw her face. I would soon be with her. But then I felt myself moving down between the blades as they struck. They missed my head by mere centremetres. At the same time my hand found my fallen blade which I quickly plunged into his neither regions striking the most vital organ of all. He staggered. He looked at me in amazement before he toppled over dead.
I still do not know how I survived. How I got my body to react so quickly. Other than that I was sure there was another force propelling me. I cannot say whether it was her, reaching out from beyond the veil to assist me, but whatever it was, it allowed me to kill the monster that had created me, the creature that had brought such wanton destruction to the galaxy. I sat next to Falstaff’s lifeless body for more than an hour, contemplating all that had come before this moment and wondering what was yet to come; or rather what was I to do now that I found myself still alive. The answer soon came to me.
I had been given a second chance and I must not squander it away. I had to try and undo what Falstaff had set in motion. There were still assassins out there and no doubt they would be coming after me, and they would need to be dealt with. But more importantly, the wars sweeping the galaxy had to be stopped. I knew that I could not physically stop it, but through this new insight I had been given, like Falstaff, I could see how events or certain people could help change things. All I had to do was aid them, and by doing so help bring about order and peace in the galaxy once more. It would not be easy and I cannot say how long it will take, but this is now my mission. I was once an assassin, a dark path that led me to kill, but in the end brought me to love and redemption and now has given me a new beginning...and so I will gladly take on the mantle of an assassin, because I am one...but now I am an assassin of justice.
The universe is truly an amazing place.
Copyright © 2011 by Peter Jessop