The Dark Blade

Prologue
"do you trust her? do you trust me? do you trust yourself, to get the job done?" the low-pitched voice asked. it's owner was sitting in a dark throne room, their head leaning back against the cold, hard iron of it's throne. a large axe sat beside them, it's sharp edges coated with long-dried blood. the small, slippery seawing shuddered.
"of.... course. master. she will get the job done. and.... you've never been wrong before. she's smart. she'll do it." but still, doubt flickered in the turquoise dragon's eyes when he said it. he was shivering all over, and not just because it was cold in the room. because his master was asking him strange questions. questions that sounded important, even though he wasn't. important.
"and yourself? do you trust, that if she fails, you will have the strength to do it yourself? this is very important, baleen." their voice echoed throughout the halls outside, and baleen was positively sure that he was going to faint. or worse, burst out crying. he jabbed himself in the ribs silently, trying to bring himself back to his senses. if he had any.
"i trust myself." he said, slowly.
"good. then nothing will go wrong.." the voice paused, and this time, it had an almost amused tone to it. "because if something does gone wrong, your going to pay the price."
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Mangoes and Sand
unity, the dark blade, the bestest best assassin in all of pyrrhia and pantala and the jungle island, was thoroughly bored. and unity did not like being bored. in fact, to her, it was the worst feeling of all time. like being trapped in a large, empty void, and yet somehow still feeling claustrophobic. the fact that her masters where not doing a damn thing about her boredness was even more unnerving. i mean, HOW RUDE. they should at least try to entertain me. 
whenever she brought this to their attention, however, she was almost immediately shut up. how inconsiderate can one be? apparently, in her masters case, very.
about four, long minutes later, unity came to the decision to get up and do.... something. she would figure it out on the way. the small cottage she was currently seated in was almost completely empty. that's because her parents still hadn't quite moved into it yet. unity knew her mother was stalling. her father procrastinating. they where both weary of moving back into the rain kingdom. after, you know, being kicked out last time.
unity pushed open the very heavy and old and squeaky door that would lead her to the main entrance of her front yard. the cottage wasn't ugly, not really, just unbelievably old. the last owner had passed more than six years ago, just months before unity had hatched. the front of it was a barren wasteland, the gardens plain, all signs of plant life dead and somehow still dying.
as soon as she was out of the property, she regretted it. as per usual, the rainforest air was hot and humid, the sun scorching the dark, slippery trees below. unity hated it. and she'd only been here for two days. she slowed her pace, debating whether or not she should turn back. but as soon as she spotted the brightly colored rainwing trekking towards her, she knew it was much too late.
"UNITY!!! Oh, your heading out already!! What joy. let's go fruit gathering!" unity smiled back at her friend. kiwi's grin never seemed to fade, her energy never seeming to end. unity loved this about them, but it was almost exhausting some times. not that unity had known kiwi long, but unity always seemed to have a way with figuring dragons out. it was part of her job.
"Sure. Hey, Kiwi: question of the day time!! is and called sand, because it's between the sea and land??" unity asked. she had thought of the question last night, and it had most literally kept her awake for hours. yep, that was her.
unity watched as kiwi's eyes widened. they blinked, as though this was the most important question of all time, and solving it would mean solving the answer to life, everything, and the universe. they always does that unity noted.
"Huh. Wait, WHAT??? I've never.... Wow. Unity, this is important. I bet I can think of another thing to say back to it, just give me time. and a mango. actually, four mangoes." kiwi then proceeded to full on sprint towards the fruit gardens. how do they always DO that? unity thought. how can one run so fast on foot, then fail at the simplest of flying lessons? unity took of after kiwi, slightly gliding on the way to help her keep up.
By the time unity reached the fruit gardens, kiwi was already chomping down a large, ripe mango. they ate a bit, exchanging jokes and roasts, as per usual. this was their routine. although, they'd only done it for three days, unity felt as though she'd known kiwi her whole life. good. that's what was supposed to happen, anyway. but for the first time, unity felt a pang of regret when she thought it. I'm using them. all of them. and then, don't be silly, you idiot. you knew what you where signing up for.
a mouthful of strawberries, one banana, and several grapes later, unity said good-bye to kiwi and flew off. she was required to go to the mail post. apparently, her masters thought she would need updates on the plan every week. so much for TRUST. as if I would forget the plan. spotting the mail nest, unity swept down below, and shuffled through the pile. aha. and as soon as she'd come, she left, hoping no one noticed, using her camouflage to appear invisible in the sky.
Ink and Humor
just minutes later, unity was sitting (or rather, slouching) in her bedroom, trying to pry open the firmly sealed package. she fumbled with it for some time (much longer than necessary) and finally gave up all temper and spat her venom onto it, burning the packages edge. that'll show it not to mess with ME!. 
sliding the thin, waxy paper out, unity snorted at the handwriting. at least now I know who wrote this: lumber. her childhood friend made an excellent assassin, but his calling definitely was not as a writer. the writing was horrible, the lines squiggly and the ink splashed all over the page. unity squinted at the words, trying to make out their meaning.
unity,
so, I'm supposed to help you 'review' the plan every week, and give you any updates that the masters make for it. just bear with me, it's gonna get bo r i n g.
So, part 1: 
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