Scars of the Past

"You often measure your own life by how close you've come to death..."

Part I: The encounter
Damnit...this one's a bit crafty, isn't he?

I went through the forest, following the target at breakneck speed. It was now down to who would crack first. I had trained day after day for the majority of my life, training at the level of a professional soldier. We continued on, the target apparently not showing any sign of cracking. I was tempted to use one of my throwing knives, but at the range the target was from me, I'd most likely miss and then he'd be the one getting the drop on me.

He's a stubborn one...I'll give him that much...

He then moved off to the left, a fast moving shadow now turning directly at me. This I was not anticipating. I rushed forward and brought up my arms. A few seconds later, I feel a ram crash into me and send me to the Earth, the impact nearly winding me.

The target finally revealed his face, that of a hard bitter man, and one that was wanting me to die. He gave me a look and shouted at me, "Show me your face, or I'll kill those that you care about." I get up off of the ground, brushing the snow off of my jacket.

Fine then...that's the game he wants to play...

I throw back the hood of my jacket, revealing my snow white hair. He now wore an expression of surprise and outrage, his ragged voice howling "A CHILD?!?! They sent a CHILD to kill me?!?!" I nod curtly. He then came at me, a knife in hand. I then drew Thanatos, blocking his ham fisted attacks with ease. I then sheathed my blade, hitting him with a flurry of blows, his body shaking like a target dummy. I then stood back, waiting for him to drop like a stone, but amazingly, he was still on his feet.

This was clearly going to be a hard fight.

Continued in Part 2...

Part 2: Duel in the Snow
(To be continued...)

Part 3: The Price of Victory
(To be continued...)