My name is Sailas. When I was growing up, I had a great life. My father taught my sister and I how to take care of ourselves and my mother taught us how to blend in with the crowd. I didn't know why they had taught us this, but I do now.
Late at night, our mother woke us from our sleep and told us to get out. I grabbed my sister and we ran out of the house. As we turn back, I heard two gunshots and then two men burned our house down. They.... killed our parents. I said lost in thought. One of the men had a scar and the other, a necklace. My sister and I ran, when we thought we had lost them, we sat down and tried to make ourselves comfortable.
"T--they're d--dead." My sister said crying.
"It's alright Dea, don't cry, it's alright." I said hugging her tightly.
It's been four years. Life was rough. One day, these business men were bullying an old man. I couldn't stand for it, so I charged in to help. He tried to hit me, but I countered it and punch him. The other did the same and I broke his arm. A young man with a hood, clapped his hands and went toward Dea and I.
"Bravo Sailas." He said.
"How do you know me?" I asked.
"I know all about you and Dea. How would you like to get revenge on those who killed your parents?" He asked.
"No." I answered, then Dea pushed me aside.
"What the hell are you doing? We can finally find those monsters." She explained.
"Mom and dad would never forgive us for having anger on our mind. There's more to this than killing mom and dad's killers. We can help people, like that old man." I explained.
"You maybe right." She said.
"We'll go with you." I answered and with that, we walked.
The hooded man explained many things to us. Our parents were Assassins and the two men that killed them, Templars. Assassins want peace while Templars want control. As we got to the hideout, they trained us. At first, it was difficult, but with time, Dea and I were Assassins. We had the knowledge, skills, weapons, and hoods. Something else that apparently I had, was something called Eagle Vision. In order for me to become a full fledged Assassin, I needed to kill my first Templar.
With a weird coincidence, I found one of the Templars that killed mom and dad, the one with the scar. His name was Scott Bennings. He's killed, poisoned, captured, tortured, and raped people. It was time he was given peace.
I stood on a rooftop and used my Eagle Vision. I saw him. I snuck inside the window and went downstairs. In a room, I saw him standing there.
"Scott, your Templar ways end here." I told him.
"An Assassin? How'd you find me?" He asked.
"Don't worry about it." I answered and we clashed.
We kept clashing, neither of us getting hits in each other, til I slashed his hand. He dropped his sword and I kicked him back, as he fell I activated my hidden blade and stabbed.
"I remember you, you're that boy from the house! No hatred or anger?" He asked, bleeding out on the floor.
"My parents wouldn't have wanted me nor my sister to have a corrupted heart. They did not raise us to be heartless and seek revenge." I answered.
"You've learned a lot haven't you?" He asked.
"More than you know. Even with all of the bad things you've done, may you find the world that you dreamt. Rest in peace." I said and left the building.
