Prelude
Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 1:02 pm
~Prelude~
Hair falling in her face, Shashara watched the men breaking camp. Daven was not far off, keeping the men in line. Her lovely fiancée, the leader of the Assassins, and the most stunningly gorgeous man to ever grace her eyes. Not to mention, the deadliest. It'd taken a bit of work to get him over their age difference... Him now being 28, and her only being 15. However, she was now engaged to him, happily.
Shashara continued to saddle up her horse, preparing for the ride back to The Hive, mind falling back on her life.
Blood coating all the gray granite stone floors, staining them forever, Shashara stared in horror at her older brother. Her chosen protector, Sylien as he simply nodded, confirming her family, save a few, were dead. That'd been her turning point in her life. Sobbing to herself, only five years old she'd run away.
Being gifted with elemental blessings, she'd had the ability to cross the ocean surrounding and protecting her warrior breeding country. Every child learned to fight from infancy, there was always some war going on between some town or village. Only the strong survived. It was a wealthy nation, and really, a nation considered a myth. Any who'd ever found her beloved country had never been given the chance to return to the main land countries.
Shashara had joined the Assassins, despite the fact she was heir to the throne of her country. Leaving her surviving older sister, Leea, incharge. As well as her betrothed to protect her. Hindun, her betrothed still didn't know Shashara was now engaged to wed another. He'd have a fit, but she didn't love Hindun. Shashara didn't even know Hindun.
She hadn't heard from any of them in years. None knew her origins, and none tried to pry them from her after she killed a man for snooping in her things. That had ended both the investigation about her, and others doubting her. None knocked her abilities now. She was taken for what she was worth, an fighting phenomenon worthy or recognition and fear.
Her original goal when running away from her home had been to get revenge on those who'd robbed her of her family. Shashara, like those of her race, longed for revenge, blood for blood. That's how Bonders worked. Not to mention other things. Bonders were telepathic, and they bonded for life. Rules... Rules, Bonders had rules everywhere you looked. She wasn't sorry not to be there anymore, at least, when she thought of rules.
'Now I'm here, a black whisper, and engaged to the head assassin in the most respected and feared assassin band known on the main land countries.'
She thought absently to herself, mounting her horse and riding with the rest of the men back towards camp. So was the Life of the Heir...........................
Hair falling in her face, Shashara watched the men breaking camp. Daven was not far off, keeping the men in line. Her lovely fiancée, the leader of the Assassins, and the most stunningly gorgeous man to ever grace her eyes. Not to mention, the deadliest. It'd taken a bit of work to get him over their age difference... Him now being 28, and her only being 15. However, she was now engaged to him, happily.
Shashara continued to saddle up her horse, preparing for the ride back to The Hive, mind falling back on her life.
Blood coating all the gray granite stone floors, staining them forever, Shashara stared in horror at her older brother. Her chosen protector, Sylien as he simply nodded, confirming her family, save a few, were dead. That'd been her turning point in her life. Sobbing to herself, only five years old she'd run away.
Being gifted with elemental blessings, she'd had the ability to cross the ocean surrounding and protecting her warrior breeding country. Every child learned to fight from infancy, there was always some war going on between some town or village. Only the strong survived. It was a wealthy nation, and really, a nation considered a myth. Any who'd ever found her beloved country had never been given the chance to return to the main land countries.
Shashara had joined the Assassins, despite the fact she was heir to the throne of her country. Leaving her surviving older sister, Leea, incharge. As well as her betrothed to protect her. Hindun, her betrothed still didn't know Shashara was now engaged to wed another. He'd have a fit, but she didn't love Hindun. Shashara didn't even know Hindun.
She hadn't heard from any of them in years. None knew her origins, and none tried to pry them from her after she killed a man for snooping in her things. That had ended both the investigation about her, and others doubting her. None knocked her abilities now. She was taken for what she was worth, an fighting phenomenon worthy or recognition and fear.
Her original goal when running away from her home had been to get revenge on those who'd robbed her of her family. Shashara, like those of her race, longed for revenge, blood for blood. That's how Bonders worked. Not to mention other things. Bonders were telepathic, and they bonded for life. Rules... Rules, Bonders had rules everywhere you looked. She wasn't sorry not to be there anymore, at least, when she thought of rules.
'Now I'm here, a black whisper, and engaged to the head assassin in the most respected and feared assassin band known on the main land countries.'
She thought absently to herself, mounting her horse and riding with the rest of the men back towards camp. So was the Life of the Heir...........................