Blood Stained Hands

“You understand the mission you are to undertake, correct?”The hero kneeled before the much taller man, and ducked his head even lower, respectfully, “Yes master.”“And you understand what is to happen, should you fail to complete your duty?” His deeper, authoritative voice reverberated through the dark and dank cobblestone catacombs they were in.“Clear as crystal sir,” the quieter and more submissive voice responded.The elder paused and looked the hero over, steely blue eye analyzing the other’s every move, every breath, every twitch of his muscle.The mark on the hero’s shoulder seemed to burn and sear the owner’s skin as a constant reminder of his current purpose plastered onto him.“Good. Kill the heroes. Do not fail us Link.”The shorter figure rose to his feet and looked up at the other man, his own eyes dull with the life in them having been drained long ago, “I won’t.”