Who Am I?
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A Rather Awkward Beginning
"Who am I? Where am I?" were the thoughts that flooded the assassin's mind as he looked at the weird surroundings around him. Weird to him, at least.
A voice was ringing in his head, "you are an assassin. Born to kill, you fear no enemy and will kill anyone who stands in your way…"
The shouts of merchants interrupted his thoughts as he decided to find out more about the new world which he was in. Strangely enough, he could not remember any bit of his past. It gave him a splitting headache each time he tried.
He looked at the white building before him and hesitated for a moment before he stepped in. He was greeted by a very quiet corridor which leads him to a room with a priest in white clothing.
"Greetings, child. How may I help you?" the priest said in a calm fashion. Assassins were rarely seen since the modernization of Rune Midgard. They prefered to keep their movements under low profile. Seems like the priest had seen some of them before, explaining his calmness.
"You called me child, so does that mean that you are my father? Answer me, father, who am I? Where am I?"
"I am not exactly your father. This is hard to explain to you. You are in the city of Prontera, the capital of Rune Midgard. As of your identity, I am not sure about it. You will most probably have to find out about that yourself."
The assassin left the church and walked towards a dark alley nearby. He hated sunlight. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around to see a small kid rooted to the spot, with his hands up. He ignored the small kid and continued walking forward. He stopped when he heard footsteps nearby.
He turned around to see three people, armed with energy blades, looking at him…
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A/N: Well, how was it? I'm still a noob writer so don't expect too much. Review please!