
This morning he found himself wanting to sit under his favorite tree, situated on the top of the larger of three hills at the souther part of his land. From here he could see the road before him and as he turn around he would be able to oversee his entire land, as it finally fades into the sea behind him. He often comes here to enjoy the fragrance of the nearby Cacao tree, whose beans re used in the making of Chocolate. With a bowl of freshly prepared mead in his hands, he leans back into the tree's trunk and recalls scenes from his distant past... the long and arduous days of his training, as he struggled and bled to join the Caste of those in black.
The Caste of Assassins, though considered a low caste by many, are indeed essential to the Gorean lifestyle. Most fear these men and the property held within their collars. Death follows in their path and even if the mark of a dagger is not seen upon their forehead. Every man and female knows that it is just a matter of time.
At times he also looks back to his partner in training, how they had become close and spent night and day learning and studying together, as they honed their skills. However, as few had know, due to the secrets of the caste being so closely kept. It is the final test, the hardest of all, that finally shows that one is indeed ready for the title of 'Killer.'
This final test of a man's journey, pits him against his training partner. An individual that shed blood and was subjected to simultaneous beatings from the Assassin that trained them. It was important for the training partners to become as one, so that at the end, all emotion and compassion will need be put aside. It was the death of his partner that alone stood between his acceptance into the Black Caste.
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