The Main Square was alive with lights and festivities the next night. People in colorful masks and elaborate clothing took part in this extravaganza. Music was heard from every corner of the Square. This event mourned the death of the late king, but it was too colorful to be a funeral. It was more of a celebration of sorts. A celebration for the coronation of the new king. A celebration for freedom from the Cassums.

This would be the perfect time and place to mass murder for the Cassums. Surely, this many people wishing for them to be gone clearly needed to be punished.

But it was not so.

The previous night, right after the new king's decree, palace and city guards snuck into known Cassum hideaways and killed them all. Before, the Cassums didn't even think about setting up guards of their own, for they thought that the people's fear was enough to keep them away, but it was not so, and it cost many Cassum lives.

Now, in this brightly-lit Main Square, guards keep an eye out for suspicious activity.

On the other side of the city, under the cover of night and shadow, a lone figure made its way towards the city walls.

It was the assassin.

He was feeling very proud of himself after he killed Melos, but after he heard about the decree, he had become even more wary and uneasy.

In his mind, he worried for his fellow Cassums and planned to make his way out of the city.

Nobody else was in that dark alleyway. Moisture clung to his cloak, as did the stench of feces and waste. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he made his way.

Of course nobody else would be here.

Then, as if on cue, the assissin heard something move a few yards in front of him.

Probably just a rat, he thought, but he laid his hands on the hilt of his dagger, ready to draw it out at a moment's notice.

He walked a few more steps and there was the sound again. It was clearly the sound of a footstep.

Then, he again, took a few more steps and a dark figure jumped out of the shadows, holding what seemed to be a very sharp weapon.

The figure was fast, but the assassin was faster. He grabbed the figure's arm and slammed it against the alley wall, making it drop its weapon. The figure let out a cry of pain and stopped the assassin's dagger from going into its neck.

He heard a female cry.

And he knew exactly who it was.

"It's you," he muttered under his breath. That same anger boiled up within him as he grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall. She fell down like a ragdoll, barely breathing and unconcious.

Muttering under his breath, he resumed walking down the alleyway, with the girl in the green dress being carried in his arms.