Leon had almost slipped by completely unnoticed when something caught his eye. A girl with the ability to heal wounds at an incredible rate. It seemed that her powers were not limited by a wounds severity either, but Leon couldn't be too sure. Not without having seen it at a closer angle. He wondered if his mother was alright and if she wasn't, would someone with such powers be capable of saving his mother. Leon's mind raced, leaving him open from all sides from being caught in a sort of trance. It was then that Leon realized he'd been stalled, only to watch the healer collapse. His eyes widened,<em>Sacrificial Healing?</em>Leon thought quietly.<br/><br/>"Shh, quiet now boy," came a voice just as a gloved hand covered his lips. Leon froze with shock and cursed himself for having been caught off guard so handily. The cool, slick feeling of an Assassin's blade crept up against his throat, threatening to cut him open where he stood. This was going to cost him precious time, if not his life. Leon swore to himself that he if made it out of this alive, he would amp up his training for a week. Eating only when absolutely necessary and sleeping would only come once he'd passed out.<br/><br/>"Hmhmhmhmhm," hummed the Assassin coyly, smirking as he nudged Leon to walk forward. The young man from Anderien complied without question, fearing that his mother could be worsening in condition as he wasted time here. "Hey Garret! Do you think Anderien's bastard prince's son would fetch a decent price as well?" rang out the voice of Leon's captor. As his identity was revealed, Leon's face paled and eyes begin to widen with panic.<em>What the-?!! How could he know that?!</em>Leon tried to shout in retaliation, but was quickly silenced as the blade pressed against his throat tightly.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Zeke</strong><br/><br/>Image of the Assassin, Zeke (http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z120/SSJFierceleon/AltairDaemon.jpg)</div>