Prologue

Yeah, explaining some stuff... She basically jumps right into her story cause she hates explaining stuff...

My name is Joan Harley and I'm an assassain, or will be as soon as I pass my training. Well, my final exam. As soon as that happens I'm going to go renegade like my father. You see each person has a unique trait that helps them as an assassain. My dad's was a healing touch of sorts, he could reconnect the body to the mind, soul, and heart, therefore recreating it's essence. Mine is that I'm a sin seer. I see the sins that people have commited and will commit, or at least destined to make. I love my father, he aced through training, and finished the test on the first try. I have followed my father's legacy up until the test, since my trait allowed me to the sins of people, I refused to kill the innocent people the High Table gave to me.

The High Table is consisted of eight sin seethers, and one sin seer that oversees them. The eight sin seethers represent each of the eight sins, and the overseer is a sin seer like me. Sin seers and sin seethers are the only traits that remain the same. Finally thay gave me a man who had resisted their punishment and committed the most atrocious crimes. I killed him with my bow and arrow, enchanted by my mother. My mother's gift was to enchant weapons so they never break and never miss.

I have eight sisters and ten brothers with another girl on the way, I being the youngest, er, will-be second youngest, has made me the favorite of the parents and hated by most of my siblings. I'm only ten and only eleven other siblings have passed. You automatically pass when you hit sixteen, so only four actually passed the exam. I passed just this morning and will complete the exam after tonight's ceremony. My Dad gave me one job, hold onto my essence as best as I can through the ritual. The ritual takes away the essence of our kind, turning them into a trained rabid animal. Since I am a sin seer I have the highest chance if succeeding in that, but they're also gonna try as hard as hell to make sure they break me. Wish me luck, as my sister marked with hers, because her gift is luck. Whoever she marks has the greatest luck when they need it once.

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