Prolouge

I sit at my desk in my lodgings, shadows flickering on the wall behind me as I write the chain of events leading to my outcast from the Order. I am, or was, an assassin under the Order of Thanatos, until my master exiled me from them and placed a bounty on my head. Now my brothers and sisters hunt for me, convinced by our master that I would divulge information on the order that would destroy them all. I am a Greek man, on the verge of my 29th summer. The name that my master gave to me was Dorian. It is not the name graced to me on my birth, but is the name I've worn since I was five.

As of tonight, Thessaloniki is my home and tomorrow, should I survive, the road between here and Florence will be home for me. The trip will take me half a moon. The journey is long and would be quicker by water but I have chosen to travel by land as being caught while on a ship would be unsavory. But perhaps now, it would be ideal to disclose why it is I am leaving my home for Florence.

My master has seemed to have fallen from grace. He has become corrupted by power and greed, as many do. Florence is home to another Order of Assassins, an order with whom I hope to find sanctuary and aid. I do this now because my master has begun to ignore the rules that we live by and will take any contract handed to him, so long as the client can pay. He has us, his children, killing people who have never committed a wrong doing but have merely stepped on someone's toes. It took me a while to realize those who I had been killing were innocents. And I believe he may be working towards more nefarious goals. Until I had met the young woman , who is sleeping now in the only bed in the room, I had been a sheep. I was blind to the wrong doings of my master, blind to how our Order had strayed from the path.