Chapter 2.
Sand squeaking on the teeth... With her dark-haired head up, River stared at the ground for a while before her eyes, then moved gently, checking that all the bones were in place. Except for the pain in her elbow, which hit her on the ship, and the torn clothes, everything else was normal. Well, or at least that was what it looked like.
Slowly, while continuing to check her body, the mercenary knelt down. Something she had to remember. "Ah, yes, Moghar, Prince, Soviets, Erin". She looked around, but the shore she was on was empty. Waving herself away from the sand that was still creaking nastily in her teeth, River spat and rose to her full height. His left foot stumbled upon something. River leaned over and bent over, surprised her eyebrows. "My sword? Sometimes the sea is generous with gifts". Since the sheath was probably left with the master of the sea, the mercenary put a blade behind her belt and looked around again.
The day was in full swing, the sun was warm, but River wasn't paying attention to it. She had to find Sylvia and others. No one had canceled the Council's mission, and it would be impossible to refer to the storm and the pirates when you stood before the priests. Even if we take into account the fact that everything that happened was the work of the high priestess.
River took a hard breath and shaken her shirt off and headed towards the trees in the distance. She had no idea where to look for her companions, nor did she imagine where the waves had taken her. Whether it was the island where the cherished city was located or not, it had to be found out by experience.
To be honest, River was a little happy to be here all alone. She wasn't often given the chance to be alone with herself. There have always been cases that require the indispensable presence of someone from the Council or someone close to it. And now we could dig a little bit deeper into ourselves and find out what else she still had to say about the world.
River was 29 years old, 13 of which she dedicated herself to improving and retooling the skills of a mercenary. Over the years, she has been able to learn many of the sciences and techniques that have allowed her to remain the best at what she does so far. Few people claimed her place. Perhaps only Sylvia could and wanted to challenge her.
At the thought of a blonde mercenary River slightly grinned, still looking for familiar faces on the beach. Once upon a time when the Soviets had not yet called them under their wings, he and Sylvia were working together. You could say that they were partners. Of course, they never had friendships or anything like that, but their common interests attracted them to each other. The struggle for a place in the sun kept them together for a long time until the emperor decided that their opportunities would benefit the state. It was then that they were invited to join the Councils. As killers.
River squeezed her bright eyes and shaken her head. She has been a murderer since she left her father's house. It means that 14 years have passed since then. For 14 years she had not seen her parents or brother with her sister. But now she won't come back. The names of the elite mercenaries, both Shadow and Bright Soviets, were never hidden, so there was no doubt that her family knew who was involved in most of the deaths that occurred at the request.
Yes, River got paid for killing. Meeting ordinary people on the streets as she went on her next mission, she read in their eyes the disgust and fear. At first she liked it, but then... As River grew older, she realized that one day this life would end. It would be over, whether she wanted to or not. Someone younger, better, more users will come and she will be removed, as many of her colleagues have done. Of course, it will not be easy to do so, but the Soviets have never given up on one failure.
People called her Death. So did Sylvia. Countless times they heard the death sigh of one or the other miserable man who had the stupidity to annoy the powerful of this world. It happened so often that River quit counting her victims. It didn't make sense.
Maybe it was time to leave it all alone and do something else. River rubbed her eyes with her palm. That thought had crossed her mind for a long time. And now there is a way to get away from the all-seeing priests of the Council. Of course, before she can do that, she must complete her last assignment. To do so, we need to find that talkative blonde woman.
River stopped looking away. "What is there?
To be continued...