The Fan and the Flame IV

My parents were summoned by the scream of our gardener. It had been several years since I began my instruction under Alet, and though it had taken me some time, I had improved greatly.
My parents came running. They stopped abruptly when they saw the scene before them: blood pooled around my instructor's head, shallow scars covering her, and a deeper gash in her neck. I was still holding the daggers I'd been training with.
My father rushed over and checked Alet's body. "Dead," he pronounced finally.
My mother gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, turning to me. The sunlight glinted off her, causing the tears in her eyes to simmer. She came over to me and hugged me close.
"Oh, Sanctity," she whispered. "I'm so proud of you."
My father approached as well, a broad smile on his face. "We knew you could do it. Come, let's go back inside. We'll have a special dinner tonight, and then we'll have to find you a better instructor."