The Assassin Leader

The Assassin Leader

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Mirajane Wesley was born into the Red League. A league of rage, a league of war. Being born into this she was raised like this. She was like any other assassin child at the league. Only in her blood was the line of League Leaders. She never wanted to be a leader and she never thought of being one until the next in line, her brother, gets brutally murdered. Worst part is that its just around the time or war with assassins and the Brutes. She is the only one fit for the job but she has no training for leader, no wisdom of a leader, and definitely no skills of it; and everyone in the league and in others know this.
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