Prologue
I have many enemies, some of which are brainless. You can count the zombies, skeletons, etcetera, etcetera. But most of my supposed enemies are the warm, kind, and loving people of Minecraftia, sarcastically speaking. When you're an assassin in this world, you expect to be enemies with the normal people with a family to take care of them.
My name is Dove B. Strair, although I go by my code name 'Star'. It was an ironic nickname to say the least. Stars give hope and happiness and bring light to everything, where as I bring about the sadness and death and despair with my job. Like I said, ironic name really.
I'm currently 23 living with an amazing family in the suburbs with no one the wiser about my past. Well, besides my family. Yet, they aren't my biological family, more of the closest people to me. But that story is for another day. The story I'm telling you now happened 5 or 6 years ago, starting on my 18 birthday.
It was a simple mission really. Kill a notorious murderer in the Team Crafted Castle and head back to base with no one the wiser. His name was 'Brine'. I quote that since no one really knew who he was. He earned the name since the victims seemed to write it out in their own blood. Quite morbid I know.
It was my three mates from the Nocturnal Dragons. Vanessa, the blaze of the Dragons, my sassy yet hilarious friend who found me and Cindi, the cave spider of the Dragons, my loud and spider loving friend I found and introduced assassination to. We were all abandoned as kids, and found and trained into the skills of assassination. It wasn't just us though, oh no. We had a tight network all around Minecraftia, though most don't know that. The other members, well you'll meet them later on in the tale. One other guild played a main part, and that was the Dark Knights, but as I said, you'll meet them all later on.
The story you are about to here is my life. I kept it close until now, and I am sharing it with you. Of course, you might find it skeptical. But here I can assure you, this is all true, no matter how much you don't remember. This is when everything in my life went WRONG.
A/N Hello! I'm alive! So as I promised, I am rewriting Wrong, meaning I need you're help guys. I need OCs for various reasons. Give me the whole shabang on your OC and 3 important pieces of information. Light or Dark, Favorite Minecraft Mob, and finally 1, 2, or 3. Thank you all for reading!
