The silent assassin ran through the forest, branches striking her cheeks and arms. She looked back for a second to see if the men were still chasing her but suddenly, she tripped over a log, falling down a hill. The assassin slowly opened her eyes, laying at the bottom of a hill. This assassin was a high elf, part of a royal family that stood above the lower humans. She was a very good assassin who was trained by only the best but there was a reason why she was on the run. She had just executed a holy man who governed a small town in the Kingdom of Winterfeld. The assassination had gone as planned. She killed him. He was the scum of the earth in her eyes and she had felt nothing for his death. She no longer felt sad when she killed her victims. She only felt satisfaction that another one had bit the dust. The problem was, a servant caught her doing the act. This had never happened before. Normally, she made sure that no human could catch her in the act but this nosy human saw everything forcing her to kill him but killing this servant led to more problems and quickly led her to fleeing the town in fear. If she was caught, she would most certainly be killed for her actions. She is a wanted women after all. Now she laid on the cold hard ground, groaning in pain.