Sunniva laid on her abdomen on the forest ground, her gaze not straying from the castle sitting in front of her. The sky was slowly starting to streak pink, indicating that dusk was not that far away. She loved this time of day and hopes that tonight goes well without any issue. Some misquotes buzzed by her ear, her hand quickly yet silently flicking them away. She didn't want to draw much attention to the hiding spot in case there was someone on the trail nearby.

She let a small sigh leave her lips as she heard a small movement come from behind her. Her companion laid behind her, waiting until the cover of night to do their mission. She would've preferred to have done this by herself, but the leader of the assassian's guild , Alastair, decided otherwise. Apparently, she doesn't work well with others, especially with the prick that is laying behind her. He thought that pairing her with Lil' Prickle, stupidest name ever if you ask her, would help them get along with each other. She can already tell it won't go well, but she has to listen to their leader regardless.

After she made sure nothing was happening, she turned her head towards him. She narrowed her eyes at him with the smirk he had on his face and the comment of her not being ready for this mission. He was loud about it too, but luckily no one was nearby to hear him. She was more than ready for this mission. She has done many missions just like this in the pass without an issue. Him making the comment about her not being ready made her want to shove a stick up his ass. She gave him a bored look when he said that she was nervous, which was so far from it. Her messing something up would not happen and she never has. He's being so dramatic.

She turned her gaze back up to the castle in front of her, trying to ignore him the best she could. "If anyone isn't ready for this mission, it would be you." She muttered as her gaze flickered along the castle walls. She noticed that some of the laterns were starting to get lit. "You always seem to act like a child and are so careless that one day you are going to get hurt because of it. And excellent idea about not hiding together after this. I didn't even want to do it anyways, but Alastair said otherwise."

She heard him shift, indicating that he was most likely coming over to her to bother her. She gathered up all of her smart-ass remarks and put a leash on them, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he is getting on her nerves. She tensed at his breath brushing against her neck as he spoke. It was more because he was in her bubble and she is uncomfortable when people she loathes are in her personal space. If he wasn't her partner in this mission, he would already have a knife in his throat.

She groaned at his words, already tiring of him and his jabs. She just let him ramble as she listened, waiting for him to finally finish. She knows that if she tried to talk, he would only talk on top of her and wouldn't let her get a word in. When he finally paused, she gathered her thoughts, her mind running a million miles per minute. She really wished she was able to do this mission by herself as she likes the peace and quite that she gets.

"Funny how you think you are the number one assassian." She remarked as she shifted her gaze back to him. "Your name doesn't invoke fear. It rather makes you the laughing stock with the name of Lil' Prickle. I find it rather an... airheaded type of name." She was going to use a different term, but she didn't really want to jab him inbetween the ribs with such a brutural termonology.

"A raven was the first thing I saw when I woke up on a riverbed without any memories of what happened to me prior to that moment. I would change it now if I could, but no use now since everyone knows it." She said as she shrugged, not bothered too much with what he said about it. "That was a bunch of word vomit about being taking seriously or whatever you just said. I'm just going to prentend I understood it."

She stood up when he ask if she was ready. She brushed the dirt and leaves off of her clothes, a lethal grin spreading across her face. "If you are." She said with a wink as she started to stalk towards the castle.

Sunniva couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. He wasn't completely wrong about scaling the walls, but she prefers doing this. She rather get in and out as quickly as possible than having to figure out what to say to people. That wasn't quite her expertise anyways. She had a hard time interacting with other people, not knowing how they will react afterwards. She also doesn't have the patience for people and their stupidity. She sometimes wonder if they decide they act like they're oblivious to get on her last nerves. Then they wonder why she gets so pissed off at them.

Once she saw him make his way towards the front gate and start talking to the guards, she scaled the walls with ease. She glanced over the edge to make sure there weren't guards left or right before she slipped into the shadows. She noticed a guard coming to do his regular rounds, a small latern in his hand to light the way. She stayed quiet, her breath rather shallow and her chest barely moving. Once he was close enough, she struck as quick as a viper and lodged a knife in his throat while she covered his mouth with her other hand. She gently dragged him behind a stack of crates to prevent another guard from finding him while they did their work.

She didn't encounter any other issues as she made her way towards the castle. She kept an eye on Prickle as he made his way to the gate. She stopped where she was when she noticed that he was sauntering up to her rather casually. Seems like he is doing this to just quickly jab at her before continuing on their mission.

She rolled her eyes at him, her arms crossing over her chest. "Your way works for you and my way works for me. Conversation is not my strong suit." She whispered at him as she kept her eyes on the guards in the courtyard. She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about when he commented that he hopes she isn't too tired. He was already walking away before she could. She has a bad feeling what he means by that.

She glared at him when he went to the guards, telling them that she was sneaking in. That mother trucker. She definitely is going to be getting him back later for this. Yes, she can handle this, but she wishes that he would've talked to her about this before he decided to act on his own. This is exactly why she doesn't like working with anyone, espically him. One reason is he is arrogant and the other is that he gets on her last nerves. She tries to get along with him, but he makes it so difficult for her to do so. He likes to poke every little button she has until she is close to combusting.

"Twat waffle!" She yelled over her shoulder at him as she started to run away from the guards. Like she said, he is going to pay for this later.

She ran into the castle making her way around hallways here and there to confuse the guards. She wanted them to loose her trail so she could continue on with her job. She decided that she would go back to the courtyard, knowing that it will be the last place that they will look for her. They wouldn't think that she would return to the place that she was found, thinking that she would try to hide somewhere in the castle. She knows that there is still a possibility of someone being there, but she highly doubts it.

She slowed down when she finally reached the courtyard, sticking to the shadows. She listened to her surroundings, her gaze flickering all around to check for any movement. Only when she didn't hear, see, or sense anything did she let a breath out that she didn't know she was holding. She glared up at the castle, hoping that he will get the job done and that he doesn't run into any issues. Maybe he will die, which she would be fine with. She hates that he is the one doing this since he ended up blowing her cover, but it is what it is.

She decided since she had to wait until he is done, she will walk around a bit. She will, of course, be careful. She just wants to make sure that the guards are more occupied with her than finding out what Prickle is up to. She made her way slowly to the entrance of the castle, hearing the guards yelling about wondering where she is. Seems they are irritated that they can't find her. She couldn't help but laugh quietly at that. That was short lived.

The next thing she knew, she heard a whizzing of an arrow slicing through the crisp night sky. She barely had enough time to move before it lodged into the left side of her ribs. She hissed as an ungodly amount of pain surged through her body. She quickly glanced around, seeing an archer on top of the wall. They were not there earlier and she was careful to not be seen. She has never made a mistake before and she knows this is going to eat her alive for as long as she lives.

She quickly ducked behind a stack of crates as another arrow came barreling at her. She must've missed them or they came to do the job they are doing and is pissed off they didn't get here first before them. She groaned slightly at the pain, her gaze glancing down at the arrow in her ribs. She broke off the shaft, leaving the arrowhead lodged so she wouldn't bleed out. Though, she had a feeling it might have hit something else as she is starting to feel dizzy and slightly short of breath.

She hopes that Prickle is almost done because she is going to have to leave before she passes out. She glanced out from behind the crates, not seeing the archer. She will have to be careful as she escapes. She is also going to go through the entrance, knowing that it will be a risky move. There weren't guards there at this time though since they were busy trying to find her in the castle walls.

She ran towards the entrance, her hand covering her side. She could feel the blood leaking through her fingers, knowing there might be drops of blood here and there on the ground. She slipped through the entrance, glad that she didn't encoutner the archer again and began running once again. She soon veered off the road and into the woods, runing further and further into them to get away from anyone that could be following her.

It felt like forever before she finally made it to a creek. She collapsed to the ground on her knees, her chest heaving up and down faster than she like. She glanced down at her side again, her hand moving away from the wound. Blood heavily coated her hand, her throat tightening at the sight of it. She would usually be fine with such things, but considering she didn't think that this would happen, she is slightly panicking. She wasn't ready to die yet, especially since she wanted to figure out what happened in her past that she couldn't remember.

Before long, her body gave up on her and she slipped into unconsciousness, her body hitting the forest floor. Maybe she is dying today afterall.