So without further ado, I give you an excerpt from To The End.
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"Iryandeth
Hirat. That was your full name. I called you Iry for short."
MarShael had
sat up as they were talking but at that statement, Deth surged forward and
pressed him into the bed again, knife once more at his throat.
"That's a
lie. I grew up as a dedicant to the King's Assassins. It is all I have ever
known. I am here to kill you because you have betrayed your King."
A look of
revulsion flitted quickly across MarShael's face but was quickly pushed aside.
Cautiously, as though he realized how close to death he really was, MarShael
lifted a hand and placed it against Deth's cheek.
"My name
is Akrandsmar Shaelen. You would call me Akr. Mother hated it. So of course I
refused to respond to anything else."
Suddenly, a
memory flashed through Deth's mind. A small bright room filled with cheerful
laughter. A woman, no older than he was now baking bread with two young boys
sitting at the table throwing scraps of dough at each other.
His hand shook
and the knife was close enough to Akr's throat that blood began to trickle down
towards the bed.
"No."
Deth whispered. But even he could recognize a losing battle while he was still fighting.
Akr saw the
opening. "Iry. Let me show you. Let me help you remember who you are. Let
me show you what I'm fighting for."
Deth had almost
given in until that last part. He was a King's Assassin, bred to do his will,
loyal to the end, beyond question and this man was a traitor. He lifted his arm
to slit Ak..no MarShael's throat but at the last minute, diverted the blow. He
brought the hilt of his knife down on MarShael's head and knocked him out.
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