By Dessa
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM or the story that this is crossed with. All I own is my ONE OC.
Author's Notes: This is my first YnM fic (and my first for the other fandom, too). Reviews are much appreciated, especially if I get mythology wrong (so I can fix it).
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Prologue:
Eyes blinked as they entered the darkened room, adjusting to the difference in light. A lone figure clothed in black stood in the room with a katana, practicing forms. The figure didn't notice the light coming from the open doorway, nor the presence of the intruder, so intent were they on their forms.
When the form was finished, they turned, as if just realizing there was someone there, and looked at the person standing there.
"You have a mission," the person said, and left, encasing the room in complete darkness once again.
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TBC
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