Shadows in the dark, twists of luck

drago looked annoyed, "who is she?" he repeated
Leo sighed, "do i have to tell you?"
Dragon nodded
"alright, she's the daughter of my friend, who died five years ago." he said, "she's the same age of you."
he walked up to ayame and whispered, "you looked a bit jeolose over there," then he said in a normal voice, "yes i have a curse mark...but it isn't something special...it's just a mark that appears when i fight... and spreads when i get angry. it doesn't give me extra power or anything like that. so ayame..." drago said giving a grin, and whispering "do you like-"
Drago was hit in the back of his head by Leo, " i heard that" he said dragging Drago's nearly unconcois body out of the room, "go back to your work..." he said.
Drago slowly stood up and walked away...

-Alright then... Ayame mumbled as she wondered why was it so important after all to be a reason for head hunters to chase after him... 'Guess I'll never know all about this boy' she thought about mysterious Drago.
After that, he was about to say "So, do you like-" but Leo cut him off before Ayame could even glare at him she blushed and glanced nervously at Leo before turning to look away.

Leo sighed, " i regret ever teasing him," he said. he looked at ayame's red face, "do you need anything? for example tying that boy to a chair and tossing him down a cliff-wait i already tried that he somehow escaped." he said joking around trying to remove the stress that was in the air.

-No, I'm fine thanks. She said grinning.
A thought suddenly struck her.
-Hey, so I was a rebel... Before... Before I lost it.... I think I was fighting for one purpose... To bring the Vermilion Kingdom down, or at least the royals that rule the Dark Nation, and free it, so it could be whole again. How... She picked her words cautiously and starred Leo in the eyes. How were you so sure you are in the right side? What do you know of this Kingdom's pressure upon the Dark Nation?

Leo looked at ayame, " i'm not going to deny that the vermillion empire has been pressuring the other colonies for a while, however...i have a feeling that something bad is going to happen and if the whole vermillion empire including the colonies don't untie soon...someone will try to destroy the empire. If you don't know the dark nation would've been destroyed by another nation if it weren't a part of the vermillion empire, believe me."

Ayame looked at Leo thoughtfully. The truth was she didn't know these things. Nobody ever told her anything like this, she believed the Vermillion Empire was somekind of ruthless, bloody rulers. That silenced everyone who tried to break free. They had told her so... They, who told her brother to kill...They, who trained her as of the best benders...They, who taught her how to kill...
That flashback didn't bring nice memories to Ayame. A young woman at the age of 20 shouldn't have the memories a long-lived assassin had... She shook her head to shove them away, and turned to Leo.
-Someone? Like...who exactly? She asked picturing that wild man who was skimming on the waves, the sly look on his face. Her brother... the one she never met, yet in her dream, she was certain that she saw him.

leo shook his head, "i don't know who...but they will appear." leo noticed that people started to revolt out of fear of what everyone know is going to happen if the avatar doesn't appear soon, the taking over or even the destruction of the entire world. "look ayame, there are rumors of a group that have been organized to take over the world. even though it's just a rumor...i have a feeling it's much more than that."

-Do...Do they have a name? That group you said? asked Ayame picturing all the gangs she knew.
She felt a shiver, a slight cool breeze, as if someone had changed the air in the room. She decided to ignore the feeling certain it was hre idea.

"there are many names...but i don't know which one is the real one." leo said sighing, "anyways how much of your memory has come back?"
leo looked out the window and took a breath, "what is this world we live in?" he mumbled to him self.

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