I used to be a writer. I used to write the words that came to my head, the words that filled my brain with stories and different realities. I don't write anymore, my reality took that away from me. I used to be a writer, just like how we were once extraordinary. It is funny isn't it, how three can become two, and how two can go so far apart that they become nothing. We were once three, we were once together, we were once friends. We were once extraordinary. I promised to never write again, but I promise this will be the last story I tell. The story of how We Were Once Extraordinary.

"Hasn't anybody ever told you, you can't kill a ghost?" "I guess I will be the first." ---------------------------------------- Symon's job is to be a killer. That's who she is, she's an assassin. She does as she is told, and she does what it takes to complete her mission. She is a Ghost, hiding in the shadows and in the places people least expect her. Things change when Symon kills the king of the Freelands. Suddenly, she isn't invisible. Now she has a prince who wants revenge for his dead father. But that isn't the worse part, she has people who want her to lead them. Symon is thrust into a rebellion, that she doesn't want any part of. She doesn't want to be a hero, and she sure as hell doesn't want to be a Queen. But there are some fates you can't escape from. ------------------------------------ I am going to be their symbol; I am going to be their tool; I am going to be their weapon of destruction. I look down at my bloody hands. I'm already their weapon.