Kismet

Panther




Biograhy/Test Story

Fear ruled my early days. My mother was held captive by a band of men hunting panthers. The men had kept my mother during the years of failed attempts to capture the panther they had tracked for so long. My birth took my mother’s life. I was a slave to the men from the day I could walk, to the day I left them. As I grew, I listened and I learned I knew my life held a greater plan for me.

The first day of my seventh year I decided it was time to leave. In the dark of the night, I stole a simple lancet from the belt of one of the men. I turned the dark blade into a deadly tool. I turned the dark blade into a deadly tool. Swiftly and instinctively, I sliced the necks of the men that had tortured my every moment. Leaving everything I had ever known behind, I took only the lancet to guide me to my purpose.

Guarded only by the goddess of the forests, I followed the panther. Adapting its silent and sleek presence, I learned the art of assassination. I roamed through the trees, surviving by Marawen’s blessing. Eating and drinking only the fruits of Marawen’s love, I worshipped her alone. I admired only the panther that she sent to be my guide. I lived in her forests, freeing them of their enemies. I have found my purpose. I have found myself. I bring death. I bring destruction. I am fate. I am destiny. I am Kismet.


Second Story

Barely breathing, I followed our enemy in silence. At times he could have reached out and touched me. Impatiently, I waited for him to lead me to his companions. I am used to killing immediately. Patience I have not yet learned. It will come with time. The intense desire to destroy Marawen's enemy came over me with such a power; it was almost impossible for me to contain. But I waited. After what seemed like hours, the enemy led me to his friends.

Eager, I made my attack. I sliced the blade of my lancet through the neck of my first unsuspecting victim. Clenching my fist around the matted hair, I held the head up high. Stunned, our enemy looked from my eyes to the head of their comrade then back into my eyes. Without blinking, I met their stare. I knew that they, like all the rest, could not believe that the cold, vacant eyes that bore into them were real. I knew they were wishing that I was a terrible nightmare. As the moments passed by, and my expression of stone did not waver, they slowly admitted my existence to themselves. Grasping reality, they clumsily threw themselves at me, trying to avenge the death I held in my hand. Easily, I avoided their untrained blows, and continued to remove their heads as well. I stared emotionlessly at the bloody scene before me. Dropping the filth in my hand, I turned and walked towards the river.

I carefully washed the scarlet streaks from my lancet. I paused to admire the sharpened, stone blade, and the strong, bone handle. After washing it, I checked for nicks or scratches. I cherish my lancet. This weapon has been with me throughout my free life. It is the tool Marawen gave me for survival. This lancet is the means by which I bring destiny into the lives of those I touch.