The nights have been long, the days short since my former master had been gone.
He was everything, to me, to the realm, to his followers.
He was the Assassins.
Without him, to me it seemed like my heart was gone.
But today I received a call, my heart revived, my trust returned, my courage burned in me.
The master was here, I could feel him.
A knock on the door was enough to make me feel like the soldier I was in past times.
I put on the dagger of his respected Elite's, a dagger with his emblem.
I opened the door, and saw nothing in the night.
Then he entered, and I saw him when he put off his cloak.
And I who thought this cloak was only worn by the Dictator, that I lied on Innocents shoulders now.
The man entered and I knew this was Targ'n Kybar, my Lord, my Master.
I fell on my knees, but he said: "Stand up, Charm, I'm nothing at the time, nothing but a shadow, a memory of the past. Noone kneels for me."
It was difficult, but I did as he said.
It had been a long time, or so it seems, since I saw him.
I hadn't the courage to ask it, but then he spoke: "Can you give me shelter for the night, good man? In return, I will tell some of my stories."
I answered he could stay, as long as he wanted, but he wanted to stay for only one night.
And we settled at my table, with a glass of my finest wine, and he told what had happened.
He had gone north, to the mansion he had once ruled North Bakker from.
It were still mostly ruins, although Chance had done his best to restore it in it's old glory.
He had found a valuable piece of information there, and from there he had set sail, to the eternal night.
It was a legend, something sailors bragged about, a night with no end, which lasted for more than a week.
I never believed that story, but when my Dictator told it, I could believe him.
And he told he had discovered the secret of Darkness in there.
I asked why he couldn't return, come back to the Assassins.
But he said the secret of Darkness alone wasn't enough, he had to know both sides.
And so he planned to go to the south, far, and further, to the place of the eternal day.
If he had done that, he would return to the Assassins.
With the story of my master in my mind, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, he was already gone, to continue his journey.
That's my story, the story of my master.
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