Thaddeus was a young Genovesan. He was an orphan his father had been executed and his mother had died giving birth to him. He had been raised by his uncle, Cownac, and today was the day he was to be chosen to begin training as a genovesan assasian. It was never easy to become an assasian. Thaddeus had known that. But the wages were worth it. Being raised in the streets and alleys of Genovese had made him tough and wary. Now that he was thirteen he was savoring his opportunity to become a Genovesan assasian.
He awoke with a surge of excitement, realizing this was choosing today. He dressed in his normal attire. A black tunic and black breeches. He hated wearing these clothes but it was required of him. But, once he became an apprentice assasian he would do away with these wrenched clothes and acquire the purple robes of a Genovesan. The choosing was to take place the meeting hall of Genovese. That was were the assasians were assigned their prey. There were four classes he could enroll in. The classes were, shooting, knive fighting, agility, and the ability to blend into a crowd. Whatever class he enrolled in though, he would learn to be competent in all these skills, but the skill he chose was what he would specialize in.
His ambition was knife fighting. He had struggled with himself over unseen movement or knife fighting, but since he was already decent with a knife he chose to specialize in it. He walked up the stairs to the meeting hall door. He opened it and stepped inside. The meeting hall was round room unfurnished except for a wide table and chairs. Most of the boys were already there. He chose a seat at the end of the table and plopped down there. After all the boys had filed in a burly man stepped foward with a long piece of parchment. " Alright I believe everyone in his here", he began, " Ok, let's start.". They boys lined up. They were about fifteen of them. The burly man began to call out names. After what seemed like hours he called, " Thaddeus, come forward." Thaddues stepped nervously in front of the trainers. " Your ambition is?", he asked, " Knife fighting Thaddues replied in a shaky voice. A thin man stepped forward and studied him. He had an array of daggers all different sizes at his belt. After about five minutes he said, " Accepted, be at my house by eight o clock tomorrow." He let out a sigh of relief he and sat down with the other apprentices.
