Memoir of a Shadow
PROLOGUE
Stealth- noun, pronounced (stlth):1. the act or characteristic of moving with extreme care and quietness, esp so as to avoid detection the stealth of a cat
2. cunning or underhand procedure or dealing
3.the act of stealing
I am a thief. The difference between me and the petty thieves and burglars of these streets is simple and yet at the same time utterly complex. They steal valuables- jewels, gold, silver, etc… they steal out of greed, out of a selfish desire for wealth and fortune. But me?
I steal human lives.
The lives I take are priceless- more valuable than any stone, any precious metal, and any 'treasure' you could possibly think of. I better this planet with every life I steal. I liberate souls from men that don't deserve them. The souls of tyrants, warlords, mass murderers, corrupt politicians and lawmen. My thievery is an art. I steal with the grace, speed and silence that few others possess. Few have noticed me, and those that have were dead before they were able to realize it. I am a shadow among men.
My name is Altair Ibn'La-Ahad, Altair, Son of None, and I am a thief.
I am an Assassin.