Prologue It had been quite a messy day at the slums. She could feel de blood running down her clothes and skin, the blood wasn't hers. Since morning she had been having an unnerving feeling up her spine. It wasn't until she had read the note that evening in June she had felt real fear. She had been summoned to the empire of assassins by the king himself. The last time they had spoken she had been given four scars in her back that wouldn't let her forget about him. She knew she couldn't run. Without any other choice than to go, she left once again cloaked and masked. She didn't know then that her life would change forever. Copyrights for my book, characters, ideas, etc...