Reborn: The Lost Souls

Chapter One

                        Wind Blowing in my face; Sun Shining on my body as I Sprint across the rooftops. My name is Poz, and this is my life as an assassin. My life wasn't always like this though. Back when I was 12 years old, I was like any ordinary girl; most of all I was curious. My curiosity lead to a unique fascination with knives. When I was 8 my father died from a plague. It was only My mother, sister, and I left. After my dad died he had left a trunk with with clothing and other trinkets. But one object that stuck out from the rest was a blade wrapped in a sheath. It was my dad's hunting knife my mother would say. My Mother forbade my sister and I from going into the trunk. Sometimes when my mother wasn't around my sister Adley and I would sneak into the trunk and play with the stuff inside it.

                       One day My mother left to go to the market so Adley and I snuck into the trunk. I grabbed the knife and we decided to go play kings-man and assassins in the garden.(just a game we came up with.) I was the assassin and My sister was the kings-man. I chased her around the garden with the knife. We were running around screaming and laughing when Adley ran behind a bush. I followed her, and As I ran around the bush I tripped on a root falling face first. The knife flew from my hand. As I lifted myself off the ground I heard a blood curdling scream. I looked up and saw Adely with the knife protruding from her chest as the blood soaked into her sun dress. I panicked and pulled the knife out. "Everything is gonna be okay, your gonna be fine." I said. She collapsed onto the grass. I held her in my arms sobbing saying "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry". Adley just stared at me as she took in one last breath, then she simply closed her eyes.

                      I began crying. Then I saw a shadow cast over me. I looked up and saw a guard. "I heard "come with me" he said. As he grabbed my arm and pulled me away, I cried out "It was an accident, please please let me go. I beg of you". the guard said nothing of it. later on I was sentence to life in prison. I lived in the prison until I was 17 until I died of hunger and disease. But it was what happened after I died that changed everything. I found myself floating in a purple haze. A stern voice spoke out "you have two choices, go to heaven or return to earth but have to steal a poor girl's sole". Me being young and wanting to live chose to return to earth. everything went black then I opened my eyes I was in a bed. i get up and look around. I find a mirror but in the mirror i don't see me. i see a girl about the same age as i was. with hair as white as snow and eyes that matched the purple haze i saw. "This is what the voice meant" I say "this is the soul i took over". as the years went on i realized that i could not age so i had to constantly move around. I had decided to do what i thought I'd be best at, being an assassin. which brings us to now. 1762 in the town of Norfolk.

               I'm on a mission to assassinate a wealthy man. Don't know much about him, just his appearance and where abouts. i run a don't ask don't tell kind of business.

                 My target is in sight. i can see him from the rooftops. i begin to follow him when i see him enter the market, and that's when I'm blinded by some chimney smoke, as i get through the smoke i lose my target i lay back in frustration. then i hear some yelling off in the distance from the alley below. look over the edge of the roof top. i see a young boy about my age. But something else draws my attention. His eyes are a purple haze just like mine. The guards pin him to the wall. They demand for his name, but the boy foolishly spits in the guard's face. As the guard draws back his arm to stab the boy in the chest i jump off the roof to a terrace then drop down into the alley sinking my dagger into the guard's back.

              The boy quickly gets up and sends a blow into the face of the other guard.

               Knocking the other guard unconscious. The boy looks at me fazed. "wh-what's your name" says the boy. "who's asking" i reply. "My name is Ambrose" he said. "hmh Ambrose... nice name, i'm Poz". I can hear the sound of more guards approaching. I quickly grab Ambrose's arm, "Quickly follow me" i say. we scurry out into the marketplace where the guards lose sight of us. we head to the church steeple where we can lay low for awhile and relax. But all i can think about on the way to the steeple is "Why does he look like me?"