"Obsidian desires"

"where it begins"

In a hidden enclave nestled within the
depths of a dense forest, lived a girl named "

Evangeline.."She was no ordinary girl;
she was an assassin, trained by .maser kael.The enclave was shrouded in secrecy, its inhabitants practicing a merciless form of combat that had been passed down through generations.
Under the moonlit canopy, Kael stood before Evangeline, his weathered face illuminated by a single torch. His eyes bore the weight of countless battles and the wisdom of years spent honing his deadly skills. The air was thick with anticipation as he began to speak, his voice steady and commanding.

"Evangeline, in this cruel world, survival depends on mastery of the art of combat. You must become an instrument of death, a shadow that strikes without mercy. But remember, it is not just physical prowess that makes an assassin. It is the mind, the heart, and the understanding of the rules that govern our existence."

With a wave of his hand, Kael summoned a wooden training dummy. "Rule one: Precision. A blade must find its mark with unwavering accuracy. Study your target, anticipate their movements, and strike when their vulnerability is exposed."

Evangeline listened intently, her eyes fixated on the dummy. She drew a slender knife from her belt, her fingers dancing gracefully over its hilt. With a swift, controlled movement, the blade flew from her hand, embedding itself deep within the heart of the dummy.

"Rule two: Stealth," Kael continued. "An assassin must move like a whisper in the wind, unseen and unheard. Study the shadows, become one with them, and strike from where you're least expected."
Eva's form seemed to blur as she disappeared into the darkness, reappearing moments later behind Kael, her blade an inch from his throat. He turned to face her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Rule three: Adaptability. No battle unfolds exactly as planned. You must be ready to change tactics at a moment's notice. Your survival depends on your ability to improvise and overcome any obstacle."
Kael's words resonated with Eva, reminding her of the countless times she had faced unexpected challenges and emerged victorious. She nodded, her determination unwavering.

As the lessons continued, Kael guided
Eva through intricate forms of combat, demonstrating the deadly dance of their art. He taught her to move with fluidity, to harness her inner strength, and to channel her emotions into every strike.
"Evangeline," Kael said, his voice softer now, "never forget that with great power comes great responsibility. We are assassins, yes, but we must choose our targets wisely, for every life has value."
And so, under Kael's tutelage, Eva's skills sharpened. She grew not only as a fierce warrior but as a woman who understood the complexities of her role. With each lesson, she carved her destiny, embracing the life she had chosen while upholding the principles that Kael had instilled within her.

In the enclave's depths, amidst the whispered secrets of leaves and the flickering torchlight, the bond between master and assassin deepened. Evangeline's journey was one of discipline, sacrifice, and relentless pursuit of perfection, for she knew that her every move had the power to alter the course of fate itself.
luca son wake up it's your time to go to school his mother said. l am already up mom...

You meet me at the gym after your school and l expect no complains his father told to lucas , get it... ya dad.
lucas and Alex(brothers) both went to school ..
Honey you should be gentle  with  them they are just school going...
Ava don't interfere between me and my sons when it comes to mafia.