She was silently sitting on a rooftop, watching the people walk to their homes at the cold night. She wondered what it felt like to have a place to call home, she wondered what it felt like to be able to look into the faces of your family.. if she had one. Parted from her mother at birth, watching his father get murdered at the age of seven, she was an orphan, a street urchin. Paid and raised by the great men who claimed themselves to be the kings of the realm, paid and raised to be a killer, trained to slay. And now she was free, now she saw what they have done to her. Now she saw how they damaged her when they took away her dolls and gave her arrows to shoot instead. And now, she would slay those who made her what she is now; an assassin.
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