Hey so this is a first person pov of the character Layla. Its kind of an old kingdom-y setting. 1347 words.

I sat in my old rocking chair after a long day of working. I was about to go and close the shop doors, since I needed to leave my bakery before I started on my other job. I stood up, and the bell rang, signaling that a costumer walked it. I sighed, but walked over.

It was a young child. She looked eight, and had thin brown hair with a tattered brown dress. I knelt to meet her eyes, which were a pretty shade of green. Like the color of the poison I liked to use.

"Sweetie, were cl-" I tried to speak, but she cut me off.

"I really like your voice! It sounds like what chocolate would sound like if chocolate could talk," She said, her green eyes lighting up. I chuckled, which only seemed to amaze her more.

"What's a little one like you doing this late at night? Only guards and killers are up at this hour, coming here is dangerous." She looked at me for a second. She seemed confused, but then realization dawned in her eyes. She grinned at me. It was unnerving.

"That's why I'm here! Aren't you White Feather?" She asked. I instinctively grabbed for my knife, before I realized it was behind the counter. I was not used to people calling be by that name and not being scared out of their minds. I was about to ask her what she meant, bud decided against it. I lowered my voice and asked her the question I asked whenever anyone used that name for me, excluding others in the buisness.

"Who do you want dead?" She started digging in her pockets. She pulled out some coins. All of them were clearly fakes, but unnoticeable to someone who didn't pay attention.

She dropped it on the counter, it clanging more than the small amount she got was supposed to. "Can you get my Mama and Papa please? I don't want them to hit me anymore. I took all of the money I could find out of the house, is it enough?" I looked at the change she had. Even if t was real, it was much less than any contract I had done had payed. It was only a few gold's worth, and I usually got a few hundred to be willing to take a contract.

I immediately said yes.

She smiled again, even though she was young, she had one of the most terrifying grins I had ever seen. I told her to wait, and grabbed a small bucket of plain white paint I had. I waved her over and explained that she would have to wait out in an alleyway while I did the job. I told her that the paint was to tell anyone looking for a quick kill that she was under my protection until the job was done.

After I had her safely hid, for an extra precaution, I went to where my other job was and collected my gear. It was an all white outfit with an embroidered white feather, my symbol, on each sleeve. I had left my knife at the shop, and I got my knife specifically for one of these jobs here. It was a white quarts knife. I also got my white bow and arrows. I put on my mask, grabbed a small purple bottle of liquid, and left.

I went to where the girl said her parents lived. It was one of the larger houses, meaning the family was higher up. I crept in through a window, and quietly searched for the parents. I got to the stairs, and heard a noise below them. I looked down, and darted back. It was the parents, exactly as the girl described them.

They were beating a small child. Smaller than the one who gave me the contract. The kid was yelling, begging them to stop. I got two arrows and lined up a shot. I was nervous. I didn't get a double shot aimed correctly very often. I took a breath and steadied myself.

I let the arrows fly.

They barely made contact with the two people. Most would consider it a bad shot, but I'd put paralysis poison on my bow. They both thumped to the ground. I raced down the stairs. I got next to the little child. I felt their wrist. Nothing. Their hand was cold. I was to late.

I completely lost control. A bit later, after my wrath had cooled, I glances at the two corpses I created. Both were mangled beyond what I thought I could do. I took two of the feathers off arrows, and jabbed one each into a corpse, pointing to the ceiling. I walked towards the smallest corpse, the one that was there before I exploded. I gently closed the little eyes. I almost collapsed, both from exhaustion and from the fact that it was almost the identical scene from when I made my first kill.

I shook my head, forcing te memories down. I walked away. I got to the spot I hid te little girl, but she was gone. There was an note.

Feather, I see guards coming in to the alley. I don't want them to know about you so I'm going to tell them I got lost. I hope you are done soon, so you don't get caught ~ My Name Was Aya Sorry I Forgot To Tell You.

I picked up the note and walked towards my real home. It was almost midnight, and my job had taken alot out of me. I collapsed into my bed, and had a nightmare filled sleep.

When I woke up, I was still tired, but I went to see what had happened to the family. I got to the house and saw the hoard that was there. I squeezed my way to the front and heard some guards talking.

"It seems like its an imposter of White Feather. His kills are never this brutal."

I rolled my eyes when the guard said he. It seemed some people could not handle a woman to be strong.

"Maybe they were angry at them. It probably was a fake though."

"Well, whoever it was, it looks like they didn't mean to hurt the kid, there isn't a feather."

"Who knows?"

I left after that. Although itstead of going to my bakery and startin to open, I checked the orphanage for the girl. She was there, still in her paint-smudged dress. She seemed to have puffy eyes... But her eyes said she was definitely not sad. A woman came to greet me.

"You looking to adopt one of 'em?"

I nodded. She came to have me fill out some forms, but eventually called a name. "Aya! Get over here someone's going to adopt you."

I heard the patter of small footsteps, and Aya came into the room. She glanced to me and smiled slightly, before asking to get her things. She was given permission, and the woman running the orphanage left me to be alone.

Aya soon came into the room with a small bag. She cocked her head to the side. "Why?"

I smiled at her. "Well, I like you. You weren't scared of my profession. Besides, I'd like a partner. Both in my bakery and, well you know." I winked. I turned to leave, but looked at her one last time. "You can continue calling me feather, or if you prefer, my first name is Layla. Let's go. I have to train you at cooking. Knives arent easy to handle."

She looked slightly shocked, but grinned. She stepped forward and with the hand she was not holding her bag with, she larched on to mine. She quietly whispered something.

"I will be Green Feather."

I felt pride at my new partner. She had incredible potential. Watch out, world. A new assassin is coming to you.

This will be beautiful.