An Assassins Crown

Chapter 1- Katara

A/N: You got through the prologue! I'm so excited for you to meet the FMC Katara Loro.

I screamed for someone to save me. The portal loomed behind me, and the guards were pushing me into it. My magic is useless, any spell or enchantment won't save me.

Do I really deserve this? I didn't do anything wrong. I was framed.

No. No, I won't be pushed into it. My lungs hurt from my helpless screams and cries, my body aches from my useless struggles and the days I had spent in the dungeon. The king sent me to this death. No one's come back from the other side. I look at the prince, he's not doing anything to help me. But why? He's the one I love. The one I've practically given my whole life for. And he's just going to let me die. He's the reason I get sent to this death. He framed me. There all traitors- no- I'm the traitor, according to this whole damned kingdom I'm a traitor. And this is where it got me. Being sent to my death into a damned portal to who knows where.

The guards finally managed to push me into the portal. It feels like floating on air, I'm breathless. There are stars flooding my view all around me. No solid ground beneath my feet, my heart heavy with grief but my body light with enlightenment. I flew through the air. Is this really taking me to another world?

And then I'm dumped on my feet. Damp walls on either side of me, the air is lined with a horrible stench. The lightness I felt travelling here quickly plummets as gravity pulls me down. My breath catches with the tension drowning me from my self-made panic. My hands are still bound tightly behind my back, I already know I'll be getting bruises from my restraints. It's somewhat flattering to be put in restraints, it means they think I'm dangerous.

I bend down to reach the dagger in my boot. My muscles strain but I manage to get it out and cut away the awful binds around my wrists. I accidently nick myself wincing at the sharp prick. The restraints fall to the floor, and I look at my surroundings. Piles of garbage on either side of me. The walls are high enough to be a house of some sort and shadowing what appears to be an alleyway. Lucky for me I can still feel my magic coursing through my veins. A comforting feeling to my rather bleak situation. Who would think that one of the best assassins in all of Krilya would be sent to exile in another world?

I slowly step towards the end of the alleyway. The sun hits my face and I hiss as my eyes sting from the bright light, I retreat back into the shade enough for my eyes to be relieved. I'm usually asleep by the time the sun comes up as well was all of Krilya. As my eyes slowly adjust, I step back out into the blinding light a little as I look around my surroundings. A large market space thrumming with life surrounds me on both sides. Hundreds of stalls are on both sides of me. Clothes, food, everything that you could ever think of.

How could this many people be up at this time of day? Even kids.

This is crazy. I step out fully of the alleyway and walk down the market space trying to make use of my training as an assassin. The first thing I need to do is assess my surroundings. Large buildings on either side of the road. Many market stalls, strange silver circles being given to the sellers. Many people lining the streets. I weave through the people trying to keep little attention to myself especially as I pass what appears to be the guards. They have heavy armour all over them and their swords neatly to their right hips. All males from what I can see.

The clothes all the people are wearing are very different from my own. Where I'm wearing training leathers they're wearing fabric dresses and large jackets of greys and browns. I need to find a way to get a cloak of some sort. I'm drawing too much attention to myself being dressed like this. My black leathers stand out too much here. I walk past a lady's stall; she seems to be busy with another customer. Too busy to notice me snatching a black cloak as I walk past with my head down.