The silence grew deeper, he waited.
A shadowy figure crept up the vine covered wall and slipped in through a large window. He moved stealthily through the dark room and cracked the door open an inch. A hush settled in the castle; no one came in nor went out.
The shadowy figure waited.
The same hush whooshed past the old man from the left; he cocked his head to the right and waited.
The figure pulled out a long white rope and a sword from the strap on his shoulder. He unsheathed the sword and swished it about. It caught a few rays of the moonlight and glimmered wickedly in the thick darkness. One silent step after the other, he inched his way through the long corridor down the marbled staircase. His heart raced within him as he neared his target. He took a deep satisfied breath and ran his tongue over his lips. He could smell blood or even taste it. He swiped a hand over his sweat beaded forehead and pressed on.
The old man leaned back on his chair, knitted his fingers together and waited.
The figure rounded the corner and sighted a humped shadow in the distance. A few more paces and he’d have his revenge. The mother of all revenge! A live bait just for him. All for his taking. He flexed his biceps and let them ripple. He imagined his strong arms moving the blade in a clean swipe through the flesh and cartilage.
The old man took a deep breath and waited still.
The shadowy figure moved closer to his target. The humped shadow remained still. He gripped the sword tightly and held it up. In a few more seconds it would be over. He took a quick deep breath, applied more pressure on the sword and down, down….
Suddenly, lights flooded the house.
“Who turned the lights out?”
The silence shattered like shards of glass.
“Jide, how many times have I told you to stop playing Ninja with Grandpa, heh? Now, go to your room, take off those costumes and wash you hands. Dinner is ready in five minutes.”
“Yes, Mummy.” Jide walked off in the direction of his room, his shoulders hunched.
“Papa, you can come out of the cupboard space now, your favorite cane and hat is still on your favorite chair, safe from Jide’s wrath, for now.”
The old man sighed. Grown-ups could be such boors. The cupboard space was getting stuffy from the pipe anyhow but he had so much wanted to see the surprise on Jide’s face when he missed his target.
Oh well, another day, another place and he would teach Jide better tricks at being a Ninja.