Hello! It is A. Fan/Carrot. Obviously. During quarantine for COVID-19 (Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy.) I managed to write an entire story about the severely underrated ship, DEXELLA! Yayyyyyyy DEXELLA! As far as I know, there is no story solely dedicated to the ship of underration (yes that's a word), so I am the first! Huzzah, yay for me!

If any other Dexella fans are out there, please let me know. If not... then oh well! Guess I'm writing the story for myself to enjoy!

But if you are here, then without further ado, let us proceed to the story.

Chapter One:

Marella adjusted her grip on the knife, then adjusted her stance, before finally she drew back her arm and took aim. She hesitated for only a second before letting the four-inch blade fly.

Thwack.

Right between the eyes. Had that been a real person, and not a dummy, they would be dead for sure.

"More confident," muttered Fintan. "No one is going to take you seriously as an assassin if you look so unsure of yourself."

Marella bit back the what if I don't want to be an assassin? She knew she had made her choice- although she didn't really have much of a choice. Ever since... well, as far back as she could remember, Marella had been fierce- as a child, she preferred fighting to playing dolls. At six years old, she had started Tae Kwon Doe classes and excelled. And when she was fourteen, she had managed to take down the assassin Fintan had sent after her parents. Fintan, impressed with her talent, had taken her on as a new assassin- and made sure Marella knew that her parent's lives were hanging in the balance if she failed him. Marella couldn't let that happen- so if Fintan told her to act more confident and fierce and pretend she didn't feel waves of regret and pity wash over her every time she wielded a weapon...

Then so be it.

"Okay." How she expected to be confident and fierce if she couldn't even look Fintan in the eye, that remained to be seen.

Marella had always called her captor-slash-employer by the name he chose for himself, Fintan (white fire). His real name was apparently so deep of a secret that every time she asked, she had been met with fierce glares (or worse, extra push-ups!) until she learned to keep quiet. Now that she thought about it, she didn't know much about her captor/employer. Even his motives were unclear to her- she just had to do whatever he told her to do and not ask questions.

She went to go retrieve her knife from between the dummy's eyes and returned to the line marking where she should stand. Adjust grip. Adjust stance. Adjust aim. Then throw, before you can hesitate. Marella told herself.

Even as she was reminding herself It's only a dummy, she still couldn't look as the blade embedded itself hilt-deep in the dummy's chest.

"There. Do it like that every time." Fintan said, tone void of any sort of real praise or admiration.

"I will."

And she would.

She would throw before she could second guess herself, before she could feel anything for her victim, before she could have mercy on them.

And she wouldn't look away as they died before her eyes.

Oh no! Marella... an assassin? Wait, this story is entitled "assassin." Also, it's in the description. So, um, sorry this is short. The entire seven-chapter story falls just under 4,000 words- which is really not a lot. But oh well! Length isn't everything!

Anyway, how did you enjoy it so far? It's got basically no action... aNd No DeX! ! ! ! ... but all that will come in time. Patients, Dexella fan.

Well, if you exist, kindly do leave a review! Even for an author as popular as myself (kidding), just one review still brings me great joy! Don't be a silent reader, or I will send Marella the assassin after you! (Kidding again. I have my own Shady Black Belt Protection Squad ™, what do I need Marella for?)

What was I saying? Oh yeah. Please review! :P