The rain was falling down from the sky on the white buildings in the harbour. The rainwater was flowing through the cracks in the decaded ornaments which made it look like the buildings where melting in the eveningrain. New glass buildings with a different architecture rized to the sky between the remainings of centuries old buildings. A large dome was hanging in front of two of the largest towers and covered a large part of the harbour.
The half domeshaped roof projected a weak yellow colored light which lighted up some parts of the harbour. Several windows in the dome were broken which caused the rain to fall though the open spaces on the docks.
At night the sea looked like a giant black hole which was lighten up by a cirkel of blue light on the edges of the docks. The harbour of Illunairim was build in a cirkel which made the docks look like two giant white wings which embraced the darkness of the sea. On several spots in the sea there were small bridges which lead to the ships which were floating peacefully in the water. The centuries old wooden ships which the people of Illunairim were famous for were replaced by large silver colored ships in the shape of a sword which were waiting for their new cargo to be shipped somewhere else.
In the center of the harbour there were several remainings of three huge statues which were sticking out of the sea. The wings of the female statues were sticking out of the water, as if they were waiting for someone to save them from drowning.
The rain made it look as if the statues were crying because of the rain which poured down from their faces.
The meaning of the statues was already long forgotten. Scientists often did research after these statues but they never found the right answer. A lost civilization without a name, as if they never excisted.

Small lights were moving back and forth on the docks. Guards in black suits were walking around, securing the harbour wile trying to find a shelter from the rain.
Below the gate which provided an entrance to the rest of the city there was a young guard cleaning some of his rewards which got wet by the rain.
The gigantic gate which was in the center of the docks was closed, nobody could enter or leave the harbour tonight.
From the roof of the building next to the gate the man was closely watched by a stranger. With his yellow eyes which allmost seemed to glow in the dark he looked down to the man at the gate who he just passed unnoticed.
He was wearing a black bodysuit which perfectly suited his figure. The structure of the suit was special, like the skin of an argonian which was symmetrical on both sides. The fabric of his suit slightly reflected the light in the harbour which added a metallic color to the suit.
In his hand he was holding a helmet which also perfectly suited around his face. The front of the helmet had a large lens which matched the color of his suit. With his hand he toutched the sword which was on his back.
He never liked guns, they were not his deal. He always told himself not to rely on weapons which could run out of amunition.

With his hand he tried wipe off the raindrops from his slightly brown colored face from the rain and put his helmet on. It was time to go.
He slowly observated the harbour and tried to locate most of the guards.
“useless” he said to himself.
“…the darkness and rain makes it allmost impossible to see or hear anyone.”
He knew that he could easely avoid the guards no matter how good they would do their job tonight.
Through the lens in his helmed he scanned the harbour and stopped at one of the smaller ships which allmost tried to blend in with the rest of the ships too much.
He quickly observed the rest of the harbour and set out his way.
“it seems like it’s going to need some improvisation” he said to himself wile he took a small silver chip from his pocket.
He took a short run and jumped to the building which was on the right of him. He landed on the wet and steep roof of the building which caused him to slide down to the edge of the roof.
With a second jump he grabbed one of the transmitter poles which was broadcasting a large holographic commercial of some kind. With his other hand he pressed the chip against the pole and grabbed the other pole which allowed him to swing himself to the building which was directly in front of the ship.
Right below him there were two guards talking to eachother. He waited a few seconds and looked at the advertizing screen which suddenly started to project noise.
The guards on the docks noticed the hologram and ran towards it.
He didn’t waited a moment and took his chance. The man ran to the edge of the building and jumped across the dock.
He softly landed on the small ship and made his way to the escape hatch. He slowly dropped himself down into the ship and closed the hatch again. Outside the guards were still confused when the hologram quickly changed back to normal again.

The red lights in the hallway gave him just enough light so see where he was going. All the crew members were already sleaping fast wile he made his way thought the ship. The hallway had a dead end, at least for some people. With his fingertops he toutched the strip on the wall untill he found the button. The wall slowly moved to the left, creating a secret passage.
He could already hear some footsteps right above him, the footsteps of his target who didn’t knew that these were probably the last steps he would ever make.

Vinalir was a fat and old man. He was always wearing clothes which were actually to expensive for him. His real status was far less than he always presented himself in his satine white coat decorated with a pattern of golden dread. Before he would go to sleep Vinalir was going through some paperwork at his glass table. He slowly moved his chair away and walked though his room to his desk. Right above his desk was a large mirror. He slowly took off his golden ring which had a large red stone in it and putted it in his desk. In the reflection of his mirror he saw a dark shadow moving behind his back.
The old man quickly turned around and stared at the man behind him. He was wearing a black bodysuit and a helmet of the same color. In his hand he was holding a modernized sword of some kind which was pointed at Vinalir himself.
“it’s time Vinalir” the man said to him.
“Oreon…” said Vinalir wile staring at his blade.
The man seemed to be shocked for a second but quickly jumped forward pointing his sword in Vinalir’s direction.
Wile screaming Vinalir stepped back and tried to hold on to his desk. On his stomach he started to feel a warm line. When he looked down he could see a red line through his white coat and a larger spot which seemed to grow. Vinalir felt weaker as the world started to turn around him. The man in the black suit took the ring from his desk and stepped back.
With his last remaining strength he pushed a little button underneath the desk.

In his hands he was holding a large chrome gun which had the size of a small canon and pointed it in Oreon’s direction. As soon as he got his aim he pulled the trigger, firing a large red energy ball which quickly split in several smaller balls. Oreon dropped himself on the ground avoiding the large engery ball which blasted a large hole in the back of the ship.
He screamed when he felt the smaller balls hitting his arm.
The guards outside noticed the explosion and ran imedeately in the direction of the ship.
Oreon knew he didn’t had enough time to deal with this and rolled back to the hole in the ship and jumped into the sea. The man behind him started to scream wile he was running through the room after Oreon.
Behind him the crew and guards started to fill the room which caused just enough chaos for Oreon to move on. The guards were pointing their lights through the whole in the sea trying to find the asassin who already disapeared in the darkness of the night.