Prologue
The missions were usually the same and yet so different. We kill our target and escape. The means of getting to the target are always exciting because it’s never alike.
We didn't intend to be assassins. It was our upbringing... Although we’ve never actually met our parents. I think it’s because we were born girls and not males as the assassin line would allow. But we were taken in by a couple who told us of our “destiny”. Our family line was full of purebred assassins and as our duty, most thought that we should also join. It was also the fact that we now had a bounty stapled to our foreheads and we had plenty of enemies’ just biding time to kill us because of what our ancestors did. So as we see it, it was more of a need than a want. It is really cool to be part of the family line, except when we get into tight squeezes and we have to force our escape by killing guards that honestly had nothing to do with us whatsoever.
I don’t complain much. I find the missions very exciting. My sister, Elisabeth, usually scolds at me when I somehow unknowingly blow our cover and we have to hide for a while. Oh, we've been accused for a number of things- assassin, thief, murderer- but we haven’t been caught yet so we’re not worried about it.
Our mission that night- September 22- was simple. The intended target, a herald, is supposed to die and we need information that only he and another possess. We were so close to strike and it would have worked too if those two idiots hadn’t shown up.
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