Finish the story begins with: “Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.”
It didn’t long and Juliette began to feel fishing was like her life…slow.
She had not spent all those years of rigorous training and even more arduous years qualifying to join the Assassins Guild for a life of boredom.
She wanted the thrill of the mark, the preparation, the planning, the pursuit, the cornering, the capture, the look of desolation in her prey’s eyes and then the glorious moment of the kill. She felt a shiver as an unrecognised tingle went through her.
She felt a sudden glow and a feeling of damp she had not witnessed before. In her mind she consulted her Assassins Apprenticeship Text Book for any references, but there were none.
Casting her line once again she thought: Curious…but nice.