Mercenary Little Death Bringer

by Banks, Catherine

  MERCENARY

  (Little Death Bringer #1)

  Catherine Banks

  eBook Edition

  Copyright 2012 Catherine Banks

  Cover design and artwork by Avery Banks

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  Note from the author:

  I wrote this story during NaNoWriMo 2011, a challenge to anyone willing to participate to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. NaNoWriMo happens every November and anyone is welcome to participate. This was my first year participating and I finished the challenge! I did not edit very much of this novel as I wanted to be sure that I kept the same tone and story that I was able to write for the challenge. I will be writing book two of the Little Death Bringer Series during NaNoWriMo 2012, so be sure to visit my blog and Facebook pages to be kept up to date on my progress.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  “Keep your elbows down and off of the table, Marin,” Amadis, Queen of the Elves and my foster mother, ordered me as I sat at one of the large mahogany tables inside the exquisite ballroom where the elves held their balls each year. The balls were always extravagant and filled with ladies in beautiful dresses and men in tuxedos dancing, flirting and clinking glasses appropriately. It was all out of my league and yet I had to attend them every year, unless I was at school.

  At sixteen years old I was supposed to know how to be a proper lady already. Unfortunately for Mother I was more skilled at the manly arts of hunting and killing then crafts and crumpets. She kept strong and continued to train me despite my boorish tendencies and I was finally learning a few things. I picked up the proper fork and took a small, ladylike, bite of the salad and then chewed slowly with my lips closed.

  “Well done!” she said happily, clapping her hands together to show how pleased she was. When she was happy, Mother glowed and would have put angels to shame if they existed. She was gorgeous with fair skin, silver hair and pointed ears. When I’d first come to live with the elves I had been envious of their pointed ears, silver hair and beauty. At one point I had felt poorly about myself for not being an elf, but Mother assured me that there was nothing wrong with being a human and told me I was a beautiful human. I wasn’t sure if I believed her or not, but I stopped being overly envious of the elves and just accepted myself as I was. I didn’t know if I was pretty or not, but it hadn’t bothered me, until the past year.

  “Alright, we are done for the day,” she said, “Go ahead and go change.”

  I kissed her cheek and walked quickly out of the ballroom and to my room to change. It took me fifteen minutes just to get out of the dress with all of its tiny buttons, but once I was out of the dress and in my pants and sleeveless shirt I finally felt like myself. Mother meant well and I did try to behave, but I preferred being outside, getting dirty, and fighting to being clean, inside the castle, and sipping tea.

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror and inspected my thin frame with a little muscle in the right places and feminine curves in the right places as well with long blonde and brown hair that hung to my back and sighed. There were so many areas for improvement.

  I dismissed the things I could not fix on myself and ran out the back door of the castle. Even if it were possible to change my physical appearance, I wouldn’t have done it. I am who I am and I can only change certain things and I accepted that…or at least that’s what I repeated in my head several times a day.

  I continued on my way to the fighting arena that was built over one thousand years ago. The sand arena held many memories for me, but I knew it held even more for the elves that lived to be over three hundred years old. Humans envied the elven race because the elves were one of the few races which were immortals. They could be killed, but they would never die of old age or illness and at their oldest only looked to be in their late thirties. For humans who valued beauty and youth since they only had them for a few years, they wished for a way to become an immortal.

  The sand arena was over one hundred feet in diameter and had wooden boards around the outer edges. The male elves that lived in the kingdom came every Saturday to train and spar with each other. Fighting prowess was highly regarded in the kingdom and those that were poor fighters weren’t well thought of and generally didn’t come to many functions.

  As I walked up I realized that a much larger group had come than usual and there were well over three hundred elves around the arena. As soon as I was noticed they all turned and smiled at me. Every elf had pointed ears and ninety percent had silver hair, which made them fairly easy to spot out in the rest of the world. I walked through the crowd, receiving pats on the back from the older elves and smiles from the younger ones until I came to the front to see who was fighting in the arena.

  I stood on the bottom rail of the fence to look over just as I had done every Saturday since I was five years old and folded my arms on top of the fence. Cesar had brought me out here after witnessing a few of my fights with other four and five year old male elves and decided that I needed an outlet and some training since I seemed determined to continue on a path of fighting. Mother had been against it at first, but they told me that it truly did help my temper and I stopped fighting others except when in the arena or when my life or honor was on the line.

  I watched as Cesar, King of the Elves and my foster father, fought hand to hand with Favian, Prince of the Elves and my best friend. Favian was fast and incredibly better at fighting then me, but he still had a lot to learn before he could best his father. I watched their fight and smiled as my two favorite men battled each other. A few minutes later Favian was pinned to the ground by Father who had a wide smile on his face. “Still too slow, Son,” Father said.

  I clapped my hands and whistled. “Good job! Nice fake pinning Favian.”

  Father looked at me curiously a moment and that was all it took for Favian to escape the pin and whip around his father to put him in a choke hold. “Never take your eye off of your opponent, Father.”

  The crowd cheered and laughed and Father patted his son’s arm. “I concede. You won, but only because of Marin’s trickery.”

  I pretended to look offended. “Me use trickery? I would never do such a thing.”

  “Come into the ring and let us see how much you’ve learned,” Kato, Father’s guard and a man who had spent much of my childhood playing with me and carving toys from wood for me, said. He was like an uncle to me and I never took his love for me for granted.

  I jumped into the ring and walked as though I were holding up a dress in my fingertips. “Sir, I am but a sweet maiden who is appalled at your crude ways and cruel words.”

  Kato tossed a sword to me and I caught it easily. “You, my dearest child, are a very adept liar. It frightens me quite a bit.”

  I spun the sword and said, “I learned from the best,” and bowed to him. The crowd laughed at our banter and I smiled happily.

  He smiled back at me and then took a ready stance. “Come at me, girl. Let us see if you can last more than three seconds today.”

  I took a ready stance and then charged forward, slashing downwards and then sideways, but of course he easily dodged both attacks and attacked me, forcing me on the defensive. I rolled to the right to avoid his strikes and then kicked
at his legs, but my timing was poor because he chose that moment to strike downwards. I rolled to the right just in time to avoid the blow, but that was also because he drew back enough to stop the blade and not cut me.

  I stood up and sighed. “How long was that?”

  “Four seconds,” Father said from the fence.

  I groaned and Kato patted my back. “That’s better than last time.”

  “Only because you pulled back that last strike,” I grumbled angrily.

  “Come, you and I need to fight,” Jovan said. Jovan was one of the younger males who I often sparred with and one of the many who came to spar with Favian. He was also one of the few elves, whom I found to be unattractive. He had similar features, but there was something off with his symmetry that made him ugly to me. He was nice and I had no problems with him so he and I had developed a sort of warrior friendship.

  I bowed to Kato and then turned to face Jovan. “Swords or hands?” I asked.

  “Swords because obviously you need much more practice.”

  I stuck my tongue out at him and then walked to the center of the ring and took a ready stance. “I take it you aren’t going to go easy on me, are you?”

  He smiled evilly. “Do I ever?”

  I smiled at him in response.

  He lunged forward and I was forced to act and react instead of plan moves. He did hold back, despite his claim, otherwise I would have been dead within seconds, but he did so in a way that kept me fighting and helped me learn.

  We sparred for at least ten minutes and then I didn’t see his fake and I had his sword against my throat. “Dang,” I said sadly.

  He smiled and removed his sword. “You are learning and you are doing a lot better than last year.”

  “Yes, but I am still only at a toddler elf’s level,” I complained as we walked out of the arena to let others spar.

  He patted my back. “You cannot compare yourselves to us, you know this.”

  “It’s just that I feel that I can do better, but I can’t seem to figure out how to unlock it.”

  “It just takes practice and time. You don’t think Kato learned to be as good as he is in sixteen years, do you?”

  I laughed. “I know they have many years on me, but that’s another problem. My race only lives to be eighty years old at the most! I’ll never be able to have as much training as you guys do. I’ll only have forty years of real training available and then after that I’ll be degrading into an old woman.”

  “I thought we had agreed not to discuss things like this,” Favian said as he walked up to me with his shirt off, mopping up the sweat on his upper body with it.

  Favian had the telltale elf characteristics of silver hair and pointed ears, but even after meeting every elf in the Kingdom I could easily say that he was the most handsome elf I had ever seen. Drool built up within my mouth and I was forced to turn away from him. Why did I react to him in such a way? I hadn’t felt these sensations two or three years ago and now all of a sudden I found myself thinking ludicrous things such as kissing him.

  “She only speaks the truth,” Jovan said.

  “We do not speak of it,” Favian said angrily.

  “Right,” I said, “We must not speak of my impending doom. One which will end while Favian is still technically a child to the elves,” I said bitterly before walking away. I didn’t usually get upset about it because I knew it was going to happen, but today it bothered me. It really bothered me that I was going to look old and haggard while Favian looked exactly as he did now. I would die while he was in his youth. It was an awful feeling and one I did not talk about because it hurt too much.

  I headed passed the arena and continued through the fields until I made it to the river. The elves had a way with nature that ensured the Kingdom was always beautiful with blooming flowers and clear flowing rivers. I sat down on the edge of a high rocky area and looked down at the fast moving water. Fish swam with the current in the waters in a variety of color that made the whole area even more beautiful.

  I had wished on every star to be granted some miracle which would give me the type of longevity the elves experienced, but alas wishing on stars did not work. I had prayed to the god and goddess and that had failed as well. I had had to come to the realization when I was only six years old that I would never live as long as Favian. The only reassuring part was that I wouldn’t have to bear witness to his death.

  “Marin,” Favian whispered as he sat down next to me, “I thought we were over this?”

  “I will never be over it, Favian. I am going to die before you and I am going to get old and look disgusting while you look as you do currently. It is always in the back of my mind.”

  “You know I will not care what you look like. You are my best friend and you shall always be so.”

  The only problem was that I cared. “Yes, you shall be king and be friends with an old, grouchy human woman.”

  “The only difference from now will be your age,” he teased me. I ignored the tease and tossed a pebble into the water. “What is really bothering you?” he asked. “You have been acting differently since your birthday.”

  I turned and looked at his perfectly proportioned body and the perfectly pointed ears and sighed. “It’s nothing. Just realizing that my death is approaching ever closer each year.” It was a lie, but I couldn’t tell him that the real reason I was upset was because my reactions and feelings towards him had changed this past year and I didn’t know why or what it meant.

  “You will live a long and happy life,” he assured me.

  “I would be happy if I could live longer than a human,” I whispered.

  “If there were a way to change that for you, I would. You know that, right?”

  I hugged him and then leaned my head against his shoulder. “You really are my best friend. The only solace I have is that I will never have to see you die.”

  He pushed me away and stared into my eyes. “Do not talk of such things.”

  “It’s the truth,” I whispered.

  “You think I like to remember that I will have to watch you die? Do you think I enjoy knowing that I will have to watch you get old and feeble and bear witness to your death?! It is a burden that I must bear and I hate it.”

  I knew he wasn’t trying to be mean and yet his words stung. I stood up and turned away from him. “Then perhaps we would be better off not being friends. Then neither of us would have to endure this.”

  “You are overreacting yet again,” he said angrily.

  I wasn’t trying to be childish. It truly made sense. “Or perhaps I am making better sense than ever before. You are going to be king. You are going to begin courting female elves within the next year. I am only impeding that process by dragging you off on adventures. Maybe I should leave,” I said as I started walking away.

  “You are being childish and foolish,” he called to me as he started following. “Stop this nonsense and let’s go for a ride.”

  “It is not foolishness or childishness. It is the first smart thing I have ever done. From now on you should spend more time with your elven friends and not me. I will ride with you to the Academy and once my training is complete I will move out of the Elven Kingdom and remove this burden from your shoulders.”

  “I did not mean it like that and you know it!” he yelled as he caught up to me.

  I turned to him and met his eyes with a slight smile. “I know you didn’t, but it is the truth. You are my best friend and I must do what is best for you. I will see you Monday when we leave for the Academy.”

  “Pushing me away won’t fix this. You will only cause yourself and me more pain. Do not do this,” he whispered.

  “Favian!” Jovan called, “The King wants you at the arena.”

  “Marin,” Favian whispered, “Come with me.”

  I straightened my back and continued on my way to the castle. It pained me to think of life without Favian, but I wanted what was best for him. I reached to open the door and Favian opened it fo
r me. “What are you doing?” I asked him in shock.

  “If you won’t come with me then I will come with you.”

  “Favian, Father summoned you.”

  “Yes, but you are my partner and wherever you go, I go.”

  “I am trying to save us both,” I whispered.

  “You are being a stubborn, rash girl and until you realize that it would be far worse for us to stop being friends then deal with the issues in seventy years I will ignore your words and stay by your side.”

  “You really aren’t going to let me do this, are you?” I asked with a sigh.

  He smiled. “I am your best friend and I will always be your best friend. Even if you try to do stupid things that you think are in my best interest.”

  “You are so stubborn.”

  “You are very rash,” he whispered as he stepped forward and hugged me.

  “I don’t want to be a burden on you,” I whispered from within his arms.

  “You have never been a burden. You have always just been my friend.”

  “You make being angry at you very difficult,” I said with a laugh.

  “It’s part of my charm as Prince. If even my best friend cannot stay mad at me then the entire kingdom has no hope.”

  I pulled out of his embrace and said, “I’m sorry.” I hated it when my girly emotions got the better of me.

  He punched my shoulder softly. “No worries. I know that sometimes you have to have some drama or your girl brain will explode.”

  “I was not being dramatic!” I said angrily.

  “Oh, but you were.”

  “Weren’t you summoned to go somewhere?” I asked him with a scowl.

  He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the castle and back towards the arena. “Yes, we were.”

  As much as I hated to admit it, I would have been miserable had he allowed me to go through with my plan. I couldn’t imagine life without Favian. He was with me all of the time and I planned all of my moves according to his presence. I had really been trying to help us, but I was glad I couldn’t go through with it.