Colossus Fallen Part 1

I was assigned a career as an assassin eighteen years ago, a welcome change to the
simple life of a farm boy. After twelve straight years of advancing in rank and skill,
they said I was the best, they said I had the eyes of a vigilant eagle and the
patience of a stalking cougar. I was the heir to the throne of the 'Silent Chaos'.
I thought about what it would be like as I trained; to command the largest,
most skilled and, most of all, secretive army in the world today. As I slashed and stabbed
at the grained and brown training dummy that bled out sand from many different
wounds and gashes. A figure shrouded in black-clad armour tread silently towards me, like
a crafty panther stalking its unsuspecting prey. I realised as the figure approached
who it was, the leader of the 'Silent Chaos', a clolossus among men. I quickly bowed and
said in an obedient tone "My lord".