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My parents are two of the greatest assassins this world has ever seen. Together they have assassinated over 300 people and they don't regret it one bit. But at the age of 30 you cant be an assassin. "You get slow and careless and clumsy." My mum used to say to me. "But when we go. You will take over."
That's always been my destiny. Assassination. My parents view it as a sacred art that must be passed down from generation to generation that's why today I walk towards the cliff face now.
To the ordinary person this particular cliff face just happens to have a crack running through it however if you walk towards it and place your hand inside... well I don't really know. My parents went to this place years ago. Academy for Assassins. How original.
Our name is Allinbar. My parents have made that name feared throughout the land because if an Allinbar comes for you, that's the end of your life. No questions asked. My dad always told me to be proud to carry the name Allinbar but honestly it scares me just as much as it scares everyone else. Bearing the name Allinbar as I am about to enter the school with the very same name means that if I can't kill the way my parents can I'm worthless to them and to the only way of life I've ever known.
As I reach the cliff I tentatively place my hand in the jagged gap in the rocks. I don't know what I'm looking for so I start to feel around the expanse behind the wall.
Seconds later I let out an involuntary scream as sharp teeth clamp down on my hand.
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Academy Assassins
Teen FictionIn a world ravaged by war on all sides of the globe the need for killers is high. Cassia Allinbar, now 16, must train to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors but can she keep a level head and survive the tough inititiation into the Academy of A...
