Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Spirit ❯ A Vengeful Assignment From An All Too Familiar Face ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

She was called the Dark Spirit. She hung out in taverns and inns, waiting for jobs. She carried many tools. She possessed twin daggers. She kept one in each boot. She also carried and sword of pure diamond, sheathed at her hip. The blade was surprisingly light for the material it’s made of. She had a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She had made all of her weapons by hand. She was an assassin. She killed for a living, but she didn’t do it just for the money. She did it mostly for love of killing and violence. She never showed her face to her employer. She kept her face covered by a mask. She was sitting in the back of a tavern in a Fire Nation city. A girl cloaked in black with blue eyes, uncommon in the Fire Nation, sat down in front of her. The girl pulled a bag of gold pieces from beneath her cloak. "Can you kill the former leader of the Southern Raiders?" she asked. The Dark spirit nodded. The cloaked girl continued. "Here are 150 now, you'll get 350 more when you're done." The Dark Spirit nodded and took the bag of coins. "Just out of curiosity," the Dark Spirit said. "Why do you want him dead?"  "He killed my mother," the girl said angrily. The girl stood and began to walk away. "I'll meet you back here in a week," the Dark Spirit called to her.  Amaya returned to her small home on the outskirts of the town and removed her mask. She placed her bag of gold on a table in the middle of the room and put her mask next to it. She locked the door and went into her small bedroom. She laid on her small bedroll and drifted off to sleep..... She woke an hour before dawn and donned some loose fitting black linen clothes. On top of that she put on some flexible leather armor. She put her daggers in her boots, her bow and quiver on her back and tied her sword to her belt. She placed her mask on her face. She headed out the door and to the main road. She waited for a carriage to pass. When one did, she slipped beneath it and grabbed onto the bottom. She rode the carriage for a few miles and jumped off. It had gotten her where she wanted to go. She was at a small village near a naval check point. There she would wait till dark when she could sneak into the checkpoint unnoticed.... She sat in an inn, her mask off for the time being. She had a drink and waited till near dusk. When the sun was beginning to set, she got up tipped the innkeeper and walked out the door. She slipped along the beach to the wall of the checkpoint fortress, masked, of course. She took a breath and quickly climbed up the wall. She entered through a window and tossed a rock away from herself, distracting the guards. She slipped into an air vent and crawled till she was above the record room. She opened the vent and slipped into the room. She found the Southern Raider's record and found the location of their former leader. She slipped out as easily as she got in. She returned to the inn and stayed the night. The next day she would find her kill. She slept soundly glad to be doing this quickly.

Amaya woke before dawn once more. She gathered her things, donned her mask and left the inn, leaving money on the counter as payment for her stay. She slipped behind a tree and donned her mask. She moved quickly down the road till she was a mile out of the town. She whistled. A large black dragon came flying and landed beside her. He was at least twice the size of a mansion, the average size of a three year old dragon. He was muscular and his black scale glittered even in the darkness before dawn. Amaya stood a moment as he settled and then mounted the saddle on the back of his neck. She strapped her legs in and the dragon took flight. *Where to?* asked the dragon through thought. *Head north, Draco,* Amaya replied. They flew for about two hours, and then Amaya spotted a small farm outside of a village. "We're here," she said aloud. Draco landed near the farm, but far enough away so as not to be noticed easily. Amaya dismounted and started running toward the farm. An old man waas working in a garden. She approached him so that she was a mere meter from him. He looked up at the 19 year old woman clad in leather armor. The look in her eyes was cold and uncaring. She drew her sword. His eyes grew wide as he came to the sad realization that this young woman was here to kill him. He stood and ran. The girl sighed. She ran after him and caught up in seconds. He kept running. She stretched out her hand and with a flick of her wrist he was on the ground. "How are you doing that?" he asked in fear. Amaya smiled in pleasure of his fear. "It's called bloodbending," she said. She drew her sword and held it centimeters from his neck. She grinned as his fear escalated. She raised her blade and took his head. Blood poured from the neck. She burned the bottom of the head to stop the blood then stowed it in a bag. She returned to her dragon and the returned to her home.... Two days later she sat in the inn near her home. The girl who hired her came to her, holding a large ag of gold. Amaya handed her the bag containing the head of her kill. The girl smiled and gave her the bag of gold. "Thank you," she said. "No," Amaya said, from beneath her mask. "Thank you."