Assassins Can't Be Girls!

Breathing heavily, I jumped onto the roof next to me. This was the life of the assassins. The assassins that protected us women from 'harm', were only men.

To the men, we were weak, delicate creatures who needed protection.

To me, we were strong and needed NO protection.

"Rune Alexandria Terra, come down here this instant! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times! Don't jump on people's roofs! They probably don't even enjoy the creaking noises! Also, it is time for the assassins , so please come down," My so-called mother, Greta, yelled.

Sighing in annoyance, I jumped down and landed softly on my feet. The snow on the ground barely made a squishing nose.

I walked behind my mother and the rest of the women who were wearing dresses. I was just wearing jeans and a shirt. I don't listen.

The assassins entered the village smirking with blood stained cheeks. Everyone bowed down. Except me.