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Being an assasin may seem like fun and games, but every game has rules.
Rule One don't get caught, don't let them figure out your mission.
Rule Two, be merciless, and show no fear.
And the most important rule of all... d...
War has always been a part of the world. Scavenging the world for any survivors, swallowing the hope and light, making sure it never reaches the surface.
Yet with war there is peace. If not for the war, there would not be the joy of freedom and the joy of life.
A long time ago, the world was ruled by one kingdom, the name now long lost to the world.
However, after many revolutions, wars and contentions, the kingdom finally split into many different kingdoms.
They split off into new lands and destinations, desperate to find a new home and a new way of life for everyone.
Even though they were separated, they were all united with the same goal. To respect and to love.
However, there was one space of land that belonged to no one. It had many spacious fields, perfect for crops. Mountains that seemed to stretch across the sky, full of caves and many desirable riches. And vast plains, that seem to curve with the world.
The leaders of the world declared it the Holy Land, not to be touched or claimed, for the people that might own the land would become too prideful and endanger the world.
Years have passed and the world was at peace. The kingdoms loved one another with their differences and their lifestyles.
But of course, earth and man must have it's cycle. With one you must have the other. With peace, there must be war.
One kingdom, The Movaria Kingdom, decided that they should be the ones to rule over the holy land, that they deserved it's rich properties.
They took over the holy land and slaughtered anyone who got in their way. It was a horrid battle.
Eventually, thanks to the Holy Land's resources, the Movaria Kingdom became too powerful. They used the fields and the mountains, becoming the richest kingdoms in the world.
The Royal Movarian Family and it's leaders become sour with greed and powerful with pride. They took slaves, and many other side pieces for their own desires.
Until one man, a slave, decided that enough is enough.
The man's name was David Andorai. He lost his wife and two daughters due to the spoiled splendors of the royal Movaira family and swore vengeance. While the royal family drank until they dropped, and spent their money, as if they'd never run out, David waited for the opportune moment to strike.
David bided his time, slowing gaining powerful allies. He lied to the royal family, winning their trust. He stole the kingdoms plans, raiding all of their military transfers and weapons.
When the time was right, David and all of his allies struck. Many countries and kingdoms came to David's aid, tired of the tyranny displayed by the Movaria family, and using the Holy Land for their selfish purposes.
The war was the biggest and bloodiest battle in history. Twenty Three years of shedding blood. Twenty Three years of burying millions. Yet David would not give up.
After twenty three years, he was able to avenge his family and all of the soldiers who stood by his side. His allies knew what a righteous and influential man David was. Because of their victory, the allies gave David his own kingdom. And they trusted him with the Holy Land, which it is now known as the Andorai Kingdom.
David was a noble and wise king. He remarried and produced an heir, who was taught in the ways of his father. David was wise and knew that there was going to be a man who brought peace unto all, but somewhere in the shadows, there will be a man to start a war.
David put together an army, one that no one has ever known existed. He taught them how to lie, like he did to the late king of Movaria, teaching them to go undercover to help their kingdom and its allies. He taught them how to steal, like he did to the weapons and plans of the Movaria Kingdom. And he taught them how to fight, like he did in the Great Battle.
David called this secret army, the Dark Moon, for the army will always have a front, a disguise to wear and yet, no one will ever know what they look like on the other side.
Today, the Andorai Kingdom is the most powerful and most advanced kingdoms in the world. Their technology is ahead of it's time. The best doctors, engineers and scientists study there, and there isn't a problem they can't fix.
Even though the kingdom is wealthy, and highly advanced, they are it prideful or cruel. The Andorai Kingdom is the most kind and nonviolent kingdom in the world. They haven't been to war since the Great Battle. Everyone greets each other with open arms. The kingdom is thriving and at peace.
What the citizens of the kingdom don't know, is that they have an army, who is prepared for the man ready to start a war.
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