mALX: Thanks for the advice! How do you do the font thing?
Acadian:Thank you!
Shadowgale: I detect a trouble-maker! Yeah, I
told the Courier not to do it that way... maybe someone did mess it up

. Not me, I was in Assassins guild... Great story (Nowhere, Now Here), by the way!
Thomas Kaira: Thanks! I need a nit finder, my spelling's really bad. Plus, I've only played Oblivion, so.
Zalphon: Hahaha, yeah, sometimes *blank* can be a little
too cocky.
All: Thanks for reading! Next up, part 2!
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"Not bad enough?!" said the assassin.
"I was being sarcastic..."
The assassin blew air out her nose, looking particularly disgruntled. I edged away from her angry face and picked up her sword. "Here," I said, flipping the black katana around and handing her the handle. She scowled at me and turned away. "I'll just be going now..." I began, but she spun back around and said,
"I don't think so. You know to much. Maybe I'll take you to the guild... Yes, I think I will."
"And how, may I ask, will you do that? I seem to have already proven my superior fighting skills, and I, unlike you, have a working sword, and-"
"And I have something you don't," she cut in. "I can tell, your palms are unblemished, unlike those who use this particular skill. Mine, for instance, are cut with a symbol of power..." she grinned evilly at me. "lets see how you like this, 'quest-doer'."
Her palms unclenched and let out a fiery blast. I ducked sideways, and stared at her in horror.
She could do magic.
Your children are not your children. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you, they do not belong to you.