"My Dear Birdy
'Theyalways say first kill is the hardest, but they are so wrong. The hardest kill in the life of an assassin will always be the last. There are no words to describe how hard it is to place your weapon down, a knife, sword, gun, axe, and to leave your past behind. Once an assassin, always an assassin.'
Those words would haunt me forever. I never hesitated that much when I became one. It wasn't a choice, but a mere turn of events. It was as if I was destined to be one, since I was so good at it, but we never really choose. It finds us, and no matter what, you'll always come looking for this identity. It sticks with us for the remainder of our life. People will always come looking, enemies or students. And that is how I met you. You were sent here, by destiny, kismet. It seemed like you stumbling into the street I resided in was written in the skies. I raised you like my own sister, passed on to you the knowledge I gain over the years of my experience. You've asked for answers, demanded I tell you where I was most nights and days, why most of the few times I came back I was drenched in blood, why I had grown to have a scar-littered body, why the few times I was out with you I had to disappear halfway, then come back dragging you to a safe spot as fast as I could, why strange men would see me, and we would lock ourselves in a room (I remember you questioning the direction of my sexuality on that matter, but I can assure you fully that I am NOT gay.), why times I've had to change your name or your gender in front of strangers. You've snooped in my study, you've asked my associates and even at one time followed me when I denied you answers, only to end up with even more questions. I'm very sorry for leaving you with so many questions, and the fact that you will gain a plethora more, like why I will not be here when you are reading this. The truth is there is a matter within the creed that I am in, and I need to tend to it urgently. More importantly, I will have to leave for a long time, months, a year or so perhaps. But when I am gone do not try to search for me. I have instructions for you and follow them as your life depends on it, greatly. I am very sorry, and regretful that what I have been trying to protect you from for so many years has been coming closer and closer; your life is in danger, and it is only now I realize that when you try to protect someone from the corrupted the best thing to do is to keep your distance. Please be safe, and soon all your questions will be answered. Forget all you know. True wisdom is knowing you know nothing (Socrates, my sister). You need to go to the frontier, and there a friend of mine will train you. Answers will be revealed along the way but do not agree to anything rashly. You have a choice here, do not take it for granted. Godspeed to you my dear, and I hope very much we meet again. My directions for you are in the cabinet, there is a button which you need to push on the bookshelf. Take immediate action.
I love you,
Nathan Wayne
