Hello. I'll try not to bore you with a long author's note, but I am going to talk for a bit.

This story (if you couldn't tell) is an AU—a fantasy AU, at that—and is littered with clichés, in all honesty. Just thought I'd warn you. This story is also structured differently from the way I would normally write, and you'll see what I mean by that as you continue. If you could let me know what you think, that would be helpful!

Now, without further ado…

Entry 1, the earliest record of what came to pass:

The recollection and recording of events that passed supposedly helps one learn from them and build character, hence my reason for doing it. Also, so that I may rest easily in the future, but never forget that which I wish I could. To forget is never to learn, and surely I would be reprimanded for never learning from life.

For then, I truly would be as empty as they believe I am.

I was the best at what I did, I won't lie. I never failed, was never caught, and was never late.

I didn't think much of the fact that there were many people willing to pay high prices for my services, but as time passed and I changed, it began to disgust me. People would do anything to set me against their enemies.

What did I do? What was I so incredibly good at? I'm sure you're wondering by now.

To put it into simple words: I killed people.

I don't quite remember how it started but, as a child, I was trained in the dark ways of assassination. And I was good at it.

I was proud of it.

One summer day, only a few months after I had turned eighteen, I was returning from a completed job. There, I saw a man asking of me; where I had gone, when I would be back, and if I was even still alive.

The man had a job for the guild assassins - specifically me, he said. He would pay a hefty sum to all of us if it was completed and completed well.

When I asked about my target, he gladly told me with a twisted smile. His face, I did not see, only the shadow of his hood and the smile he gave as he spoke. A smile that sent shivers down my spine.

My task was simple. It only involved infiltration on a certain night, quick execution of a certain person, and a silent escape. Yet somehow, it ended in failure.

And my target that brought about such failure? The one that forced me to turn to a new chapter in my life? One that ultimately caused my downfall.

Whi-Two. Or rather Princess Whi-Two, soon to be crowned Queen of the Niveus Kingdom.

My only wish now is that you join me as I retell the story and recall the events that passed.