Cameo the Assassin by Dawn McCullough-White

Author:Dawn McCullough-White [McCullough-White, Dawn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Fantasy, General Fiction
ISBN: 9781440159923
Publisher: iUniverse
Published: 2009-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

OPAL TWIRLED HIS RAPIER at his side, as if it were a cane, and hummed a cheery little tune, much to the annoyance of the lad walking beside him.

“Can’t be too much farther,” Kyrian said.

“Why do you young men always say that?”

“I wonder.”

“Why not enjoy the stroll? It’s a lovely day,” Opal smiled.

Kyrian appraised the scenery for a few minutes, “Maybe you have more to be happy about than I do.”

Opal glanced over at him, smirking, then pointed at Kyrian’s well-worn boots with his rapier, “Well, you must be far more comfortable for this walk than I.”

The lad glanced down at his old, brown boots, then at the dazzlingly heeled boots that the dandy had on. “Wow,” he said, marveling at all the buckles and studs on the black leather. “You must be rich.”

“Ah, yes. Well, well, that looks like the temple over there, doesn’t it?”

Kyrian quickened his pace, coming up on the temple from around the back—away from the little town of Kings Basin. There was a trail of smoke in the sky that seemed to end at the roof of the sanctuary.

Opal followed Kyrian as he sped up.

“It’s gone!”

“What do you mean?” Opal said.

Kyrian dropped his backpack and stood silently looking at the frame of the Temple of the Sun. It’s beams were still smoking from a fire that had engulfed it hours ago.

The highwayman stared at the building. “That can’t be a coincidence. Someone must know you’ve been traveling with us.”

Kyrian looked at Opal with the same distaste that Opal generally reserved for him and blundered forward toward the smoking husk that was supposed to be his final school of training.

Black Opal sighed exasperatedly as he watched the idiot stomp away from him. He wondered why he was currently not with Cameo, and instead was with this...boy.

Kyrian stepped over some of the fallen lumber, burned down to blackened beams, and through what might’ve been the threshold.

Opal put his hand on Kyrian’s shoulder, pulling him back. “We need to go.”

He shrugged off Opal’s hand. “I’ll be fine.”

For one moment he thought about leaving Kyrian there, then something occurred to him. “This building must’ve been burning for a while.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that. The whole thing is cinders.”

“You don’t think....”

Kyrian met Opal’s hazel eye, waiting for him to finish.

“That vampire....”

The lad’s eyes widened. “He waved at me when he disappeared—”

“And Cameo said he could read minds.” Opal cocked his head to one side, “And...why did he leave when you showed up anyhow?”

“I’m working my way up to priesthood?”

Opal glanced down at the charm dangling from Kyrian’s neck. “The sun.”

“Well, I worship the sun, the soil of Faetta, the moon, and the sky, just like everyone else.”

The dandy chuckled, “Well, yes, yes, like all the rest of us. Perhaps we’re not quite as devout as you are?”

Kyrian turned away, “Maybe when I get as old as you I won’t have any hope anymore either.”

Opal stuck his nose in the air.

“I think he probably just did it because he didn’t like me being an acolyte,” Kyrian said.

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