Chapter 1 In the begining

This is a work of fiction.

      In the begging of things I was just a little boy no more than 5 years and living in the city of Verona this is where it all began, my family and I were actually living outside of Verona as farmers, my farmer was a black smith and I was attending school in the city and learning his trade I wanted to be a smith so bad but school was more important to us. My younger sister was some-what of a tramp but I loved her she was only this when we got older but let’s focus on the past for now. As I attended school she was too young so she stayed home with mother until she was old enough to attend. At school I learned Latin and English but most of my classes were in Italian; as soon as I was 14 I graduated and went on to learn my father’s trade as a blacksmith but I was curious about the late hours at which he left the house to gather metal supposedly.

      One night I decided to follow him and to my surprise he wasn’t even going to the mine instead he adorned some sort of red and white leather armor that bared the royal crest and a rapier and dagger that we forged that day and knives for throwing, smoke bombs, a bow and crossbow, plenty of bolts and arrows. He wasn’t aware of my being there until I confronted him about this and then he knew he couldn’t lie to me about this so he said that over work tomorrow he would explain and with that he leaped on a horse and rode of to the city. The next day at the forge he told me what I wanted to know. He said that he was a royal assassin for the Doge of Verona, and that’s when I saw the cut on this arm, after our little discussion we went to work and I got curious when he started asking me for measurements on my arms legs and chest, when we got home he hurried down to the basement and for 3 weeks this went on when we came home at the forge latter that month we worked on weapons but they were specific to the ones he bared the night I confronted him a steal dagger, a sleek reaper, a bow with a cross upon the top, a crossbow one like I had never seen before he explained that it was called a repeating crossbow a Chinese weapon, and finally throwing knives like the ones he used and carried to work, 2 long curved blades small handles no crosspiece. When we got home he invited me to the basement and to my surprise more than we were down there, to my best guess I would say about 10 people, I was to become one of them but there was a price, my right ring finger for a blade that I never seen before this blade required a sacrifice to wield the blade would exit from the gap in my hand.

      Did I scream no I went through worse in my time at school, the master of the school hated me for some reason that I didn’t understand but he whipped me, cut me, hit me with hot metal, and salted my wounds but to him I did not yield I gave him no joy in my pain for in truth I had a burning hate in me for him and delight filled me when a life his life was mine to take but only after that could I be called a royal assassin, my armour didn’t bare the royal crest yet.  Hurried with great joy to my old school and was appalled to see him punishing my sister for being tardy when He knows that we live far from the city. Out side his window I watched and waited but rage filled me and all that  burst through his window he was filled with fear, my father told me that I need not keep my face a secret if those that I know are present only those that don’t, the red hot rod was in the corner and I was to angry to give him a quick death that  grabbed the rod and forced him to feel the pain that we had he screamed and cried begging for mercy that I gave him not, by his cloak I dragged him to the roof to give him a public death the teachers, and students were outside for lunch break and him with rope round his neck I called for attention and the crowd cheered for me as I beat and spat on my formal principal then I herd him ask.

     “Mercy I beg of you, the pain in my body can’t match that of my soul.”

      I replied “Mercy? You ask for mercy when you not understand how to give it, unto me and my sister you ensued, and you expect mercy? You pathetic fool! I quarrel for thee and for this day I fondly hoped. So nay mercy will not be shown!” And with that I tightened the noose round his neck and sent the b*****d from the roof, I watched him struggle, heard his screams of agony and... Smiled, for care for his life I did not and to my father I returned along with my sister who needed care in desperate measures as I walked in the door to the house I demanded the maids and servants come, slaves they were not they were well fed clothed and educated paid as well, I asked them to prepare a bath and ready her bed, they did as I asked and with that I fled to the basement to my father not happy nor angered with what I had done I was to make it silent but instead a public execution was given but once I explained what he did to me and my sister he was filled with sadness, I did my job and I was made a brother for the royal assassins and in my first contract came while away dealing with the principal.