2 Months

She was surprised. Really surprised. Her master hadn't even reached his mid-thirties, but he already wanted her to take over the guild. She was only sixteen!

[How am I supposed to take over the guild at the age of sixteen!?!! And why does he want me to take over the guild now?]

She starts to pace in circles around her room, the heels of her boots clicking on the wooden floors.

[Master said that he was going to hold a competition in order to choose his successor, but he has already chosen me. . . What is going on in his mind? Or what has scared him so much to hand over the guild to a sixteen year old girl?]

"Still can't accept that fact that you are about to be in charge of the guild?" A voice asks.

She whirls around throwing her dagger at the door frame. Her dagger true to its path, nicks the ear of the person who's leaning on the door frame.

"Would you care to enlighten me Master?"

He laughs. Flashing a wide smile. "You never cease to amaze me Eira."

As he wipes away the blood on his ear due to her dagger, she rolls her eyes, "Your definition of being amazed is laughing. Anyone can make you laugh, and you know that."

He chuckles, his green eyes flashing with amusement. "Tsk tsk Eira. You know me all too well."

Eira snorts, "Cut the crap Master. Tell me why I'm taking over the guild much earlier than expected. Wasn't there supposed to be some competition? But, you just chose me instead. Was there even a need for a competition?"

Running a hand through his chestnut hair, the leader of the assassins sighs.

"I'll tell you why I decide not to host the competition Eira."

"Why?"

"I-I've got 2 months Eira."

"Two months till what," She retorts.

"Till I die."