***Blainiana's POV***

Feeling the wind run through my short-cut hair as I ride along the fenced fields, my worries seemed to have slipped away. The smell of the tree musk and soil had kept me at peace and grounded. My horse was having a field day, galloping and trotting with a pace around the area. He didn't care that it was fenced, but that he had the freedom to breathe than to stay in a stall. 

I pat his side, "It seems like you haven't felt this way in a while, huh boy?" I asked him, slowing down our riding pace as we trod lightly. 

He huffs in response, his ears flickering a bit as he looked out to the grass. I pet his mane, "Well, from now on, before I get breakfast, I will take you out on a ride," I promised. "Does that sound good to you?" I asked him. 

He neighed happily, trotting spiritly. I chuckle at his reaction, "Alright then, it is a deal," I stated. "Now, with all of that galloping and laps, let's get you a drink of water," I sighed, contented. "I think we have done enough for one afternoon," I got off the saddle and lightly pulled the reigns, guiding him to the well for a drink. I grabbed the bucket and got some water from it, returning back to the ground for him to drink. 

In the distance, I see a figure with dark hair and chiseled features. My eyes deceived me for a bit until I knew who was approaching. "Jack," I recognized. "Fancy seeing you here?" I said to him as he approached. 

Jack chuckled, "Yes yes, well, the test just finished and I decided to get a little bit of peace and air," he dug his hands in his pockets, "Those kids are bloody determined for their certification of a killer," he joked. 

I chuckle a bit, "Well, there is a difference between a killer and an assassin," I remarked, brushing the horse's mane. 

Jack was intrigued, "Oh really? Well, what is the difference?" he asked. 

I smirked, "The way I think of it: An assassin is hired to kill one or many people for a reason, whether it is for someone's vengeance or protection." I explained. "However, a killer could not only be a person but a thing as well as sickness. However, they are more attached to their target and motive while we are not attached to the target, but attached to our given task from our client." 

Jack nodded his head, "That is a good analysis, it looks like you have thought about this long and hard before you started training," He stated, walking beside me. 

Not affected by his distance, I nodded back, "I've read up on the occupation in my free time," I explained myself. 

He puts his hands on my arms and squeezes lightly, "You have built muscle over the months, the training I would assume and acrobatics," he smirks. "Now, it's been a first for me to have witnessed a man with much flexibility. It's such a hard skill to master, and here you are, exceeding to the potential." I feel his hands about to touch above my stomach and I grabbed his hands quickly, going under and tripping him over the well. 

I grabbed his coat before he fell, astonished on my movements, "I am also known for my reflexes over the years, and must I say, they are improving by the minute," I grunted. 

Jack snickered, "More surprises, how charming," he regained his balance and stood up straight. "Well now, the test is about to start pretty boy, best if you go get ready," he said in a soft grinning voice. 

I nodded, grabbing the horse's reigns as I walked back to the stalls. Removing the equipment and placing them back to their spot, I started making my way to the courtyard, meeting with the rest of the assassins. 

The courtyard 

I observed the other assassins around, different cultures and ethnicities from the nearest and farthest towns. One was wearing armor with only what it looks like fox fur and teeth from various species of animals. Another one was wearing the riches silk and cloth, accompanied with  armor of shining gold. 

Others have their own unique style, with the gothic to stylish to comfortable to restriction. I take a look at the armor and clothing. I had only comfortable breathing bottom. I also have steel plates on my shoulders, elbows and knees. They're also on my boots for added protection. I have my shown and hidden blades, my sword by my side at the hilt, having a scarlet gleam. 

I shouldn't be self conscious of my look or how I am dressed, I am comfortable and it fits my needs. I wouldn't ask for anymore or any less. 

The bells started ringing 

'Let's go...May the fates be with me...'