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I sighed as I look at my necklaces that the craftsmen made for me it was a wooden turtle attached to a black think thread it was awesome but I've got to get back to Achilles. I haven't seen him in what 10-15 years its sucks cause Achilles is like my dad in a away. "Hey earth to Ember!" I snapped out of my thought and looked over to my team "Ember aren't you existed we get to go home!" Finn said "okay Ray keep your pants on will ya'" Simba said I chuckled at them. this is my team I'm the leader only cause I they aren't organized, Simba is the info broker and he usually came get away without being noticed after he assassinate some like I said almost he sucks at sheath compared to Finn and me, Finn on the other hand is great at stealth just he sucks at assassinating and keeping his mouth shut most of the time, we are a big happy family...mostly.
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Father was lounging in his chair, his legs up against the armrest. He smirked at me as I come in. "Did you like my present?" I glower. "Oh yes. Very thoughtful of you. Sending an assassin to kill your son." Father laughs. "You should've been more careful. And it took you so long to send it back." I grit my teeth. "Oh don't be mad. You need to sharpen your skills. Whatever skills you do have." I stay silent, grounding my fist into my thigh. Father leans back against his chair, folding his hands. "So. Have you made any progress?" I stare at the ground. Father frowns. "Are you serious? You are my son. It should not be this hard to do. A couple nations enslaved, others annihilated, I don't see what the problem is." I glare at him. "Firstly, I don't have any resources or weapons. And the humans speak a completely different language I don't even know. Secondly, how the Djinn am I gonna get the energy to do all that?" Father cocks his head. "Improvise." I'm going to re-write this story seeing as I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out, so stay tuned!

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