Sarah Dawkins: The Life of an Assasian

Hello, my name is Sarah. This is the story of my life put simply. When I was only a small baby, only 8 months old, my parents were killed by an elite assassin of the Blood clan. One of the most elite group of assassins that there were. Each member was raised in the clan, to prevent any kind of traitors or spies from infiltrating our beloved group. My parents were nobodies really, but they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were just witnesses of the recent murder of a nobleman who refused to pay for protection. The person who killed my parents was named Harold, at the time he was 21. The age when all inside the group are given their first big contract. Harrold had brought me back to the sanctuary. The elders of the group disliked the idea of an outsider joining them or even being there in the first place. Harold had offered to take care of me, and train me to be one of them. The Elders had reluctantly agreed to this, on one condition. If I failed any of my contracts or was discovered, I'd become an immediate target by all assassin's within Haulfus, our land. Harrold agreed to this term and raised me to his best capabilities. It was a rough childhood, and wasn't one that any should bear but it was my only chance to live. And I excelled at it. When I was only 7, I mastered the basics of parkour. At the age of 10 I completed my first contract on my own. It was a defiler of the young by the name of Edward. He was extremely cunning and fast. Each of his victims he'd kill shortly after he had done as he wished, and with no proof of the crime he always got away. Completely ironic for prey to hunt its predator don't you think?