This is the story of how it all began
As I lay on the hard cold ground wearing nothing but dirty old servants clothes memories start flashing through my head like flashing lights giving me nothing but headaches. The memories I see are none familiar to me, I feel as if I should remember but I can't quite do so. The quarters in which I slept in were cold, dusty and almost about to break down, the walls were eroded, there were fungus in the ceilings, and the place smelled of dead bodies. When your nothing but a servant for a spoiled rich man the best luxury you can have is being able to sleep anywhere that you won't get killed, robbed or raped.
I closed my eyes listening to nothing but the chirping crickets in the dead of night and feeling the cold wind caress over my body like a blanket. I had no warmth of any kind not even a blanket, I sighed a heavy sigh as my bones were screaming in agony never wanting to work labor again, I didn't get payed for my services, I wasn't an orphaned child since the age of 10. I learned the cold hard truth of the world by 12, never trusting anyone with anything in fear of getting hurt or getting killed and meeting my family in the afterlife only to see frowns in their faces for not finding out their killer'a identity.
Morning finally came
I felt the warm sensation of the sun caress my body the same way the cold did. I opened my eyes slowly only to see a shadowy figure in front of my eyes, a shadowy figure I did not recognize, I instantly awoke in fear upon seeing the clothes of the shadow figure. My eyes grew open while my heart beat so fast it could have jumped right out of my chest, my mind was telling me to run but my body didn't move, I shook in fear and couldn't find myself to scream or move a muscle
"Don't be afraid..I won't bite" the mans voice sounded so familiar but I couldn't remember from where "who are you..what are you doing here?" I hesitantly asked afraid of the answer
"I need you to come with me please...or we will have to do it the hard way which I wouldn't like.." The man looked deep into my red eyes while I stared at his deep blue eyes only to mesmerized.
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The young assassin: Nova
Action10 year old nova witnessed her parents deaths right in front of her eyes. She was left to die in the streets of London only to later on work for a awful man who had no consideration for her. She was the daughter of a farmer family, poorest of the po...
