Frozen Downpour Part 1, Chapter 2, Bit 1
Razielwalked calmly along a small path through wide flowering hills. His bare feet sank into the soft dirt beneath him. The sun bathed him in a glowing warmth as he strode along, eyes closed and face tilted into the light. He smiled as he basked in the summer warmth of Aeris.
He was a young man, around eighteen years of age. He had very short light brown hair and eyes so dark they looked black. He was skinny but toned, and wore a simple short sleeved shirt and pants. Hanging around his neck on a blue chain was a polished silver halo with the words “Etna Virontous Sreit” engraved around the edge.
Aeris was a small coastal country, it remained neutral during the War of the Heralds. But Raziel knew it was not entirely neutral.
Southwell Larsa, a famed counter-assassin, hid herself deep within the heart of Aeris. Her lair dug its roots into Aeris's capital, the "Flooded City", Sevik. She controlled the small guild of super assassins, the legendary Tomb Screamers. Raziel had only one goal in mind, to eliminate the Tomb Screamers. Specifically Southwell herself.
But currently, he was being followed. He was blessed with ethereal awareness, an ability that enabled him to use all five of his senses in a radius of about 30 feet around him.
He could see the old man walking behind him, he could hear his worn boots carefully walking on the path, and he could smell the strong cinnamon liquor on his breath mixed with half-cooked salted meat and stale bread.
But most importantly, he could taste the poison coating the throwing knife the old man carefully hid within his tattered cloak.