"Rumors. That's all they are Jarron. This girl was only four when we killed her parents. Surviving sixteen years out there on her own is almost impossible," Rajnos sneered at the assassin.
"Yes m'lord. I understand. But the signs are there. She is a rare creature, the only one left thanks to us," Jarron added.
The warlord sighed, obviously annoyed and tired of the conversation. His eyes rolled back and Jarron left knowing that Rajnos was searching for the girl in his mind.
There it is. Just one more minute, Scylla thought. She jumped out of the tree above the deer like animal, landing hard on its back and knocking it down. With a quick roll, she jumped to her feet, grabbing the animals' neck and twisting hard. The sickening crack told her she had won supper. She had to teach herself the skill quickly when she was young or she would have perished. She then held out her hand, closed her eyes, quieted her mind and called to the knife laying a few feet away from her. It slowly came across the space to her and she began to clean the carcass. The simple and innocent move would give her away forever.
Rajnos's eyes snapped open and he yelled at Jarron as he almost made it out the door. Jarron flinched hard and turned on his heel and dropped to his right knee and brought his left arm across his chest, bowing his head in respect. "Yes M'lord....?" he asked.
"I'm leaving. Ready my transport," he said. Jarron stood swiftly and ran out of the receiving hall and down the corridor to the hanger. Rajnos almost beat him there. As he jumped on the rider he said, "Jarron. You and the others meet me in the middle of the desert. We shall have her and then we leave this planet." Jarron almost smiled but bowed his head. "Yes my master." Rajnos left then and Jarron hurried to assemble the rest of the Disciples.