Omega

Prologue: Assassin in the Night

I am poised, waiting for my prey. I spot the cruel business man as he leaves the marketplace. I pull a black mask over my mouth and nose and the hood over my silver hair. I unstrap a knife from my belt and jump down from the shadows.
The old man shrieks.
I press the tip of my blade against his throat. "Today is your lucky day. May Death greet you this very moment." I slit the man's throat without a second thought.
The cruel business man gags on his own blood as Death claims him.
Hearing the sounds of night-watch guards, I slip into the shadows and run home. I am not important— just another blank who makes a living any way he can.
No one will be interested in an assassin— especially one they can't see. People in Amicitia pay no heed to those in the cover of darkness. All they care about is light and those who bring it to the land. People fear the darkness so much that only those who run the black market will work under the cover of night.
I manage to make it to my home, one I share with my younger brother, Loewan. I silently slip inside our house through the hatch on the roof. I remove my mask and hooded cloak. I take off my black army uniform jacket and my boots.
"Brother? Is that you, Omega?" Loewan runs to greet me. He throws his slim arms around me. "Where have you been? I woke up from a nightmare and you weren't here."
I hug my brother tightly. "I was out working. You should get back to bed." I ruffle his hair.
Loewan giggles and goes back to his room.
I sigh and plop on the sofa. I can't tell my innocent brother that I am an assassin— that I am paid to kill. I was offered five-thousand gil to kill the black market cheating merchant.
We don't lead glamorous lives— no matter what social class we're in.
The rumors about this kingdom are so strange that its residents are even confused. Rumors about memory loss and prophecies spread throughout the land. Neither affect me.
I am just another person swimming in a sea of memories I may never remember. I feel as if I am drowning in lies. My eyelids fall over my green eyes and I drift off.