Prologue
"Who are you?" The League assassin asked, his surprise at being pinned so easily was obvious.
Her mind flashed back to her last day of happiness. Her seventh birthday, the day her world was destroyed and her life went to Hell. How her day began with a morning bathed in sunlight and celebration but then ended in a tide of blood.
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you don't remember me you piece of shit." She snarled, flashing her fangs. "I was, after all, only seven years old the first time we met." She stared into his eyes then tilted her neck slightly to the side. The movement caused her hair to slip exposing a strange tattoo on her collar bone. Three interlocking crescent moons in black, intertwined with a thorned vine.
The symbol was that of her clan and a vine...a symbol of mourning. A bolt of lightning ran beneath it. It meant the bearer would strike only once. It was the Zardonian mark of vengeance.
His eyes widened and his face paled as he finally realised who his executioner was going to be. He was the one who had laughed at her panicked screams as she watched her entire family and clan being slaughtered. Who had held her as her mother was tortured before her for trying to protect her daughter. She had not only lost her mother that day, she lost her three brothers and two sisters. And her twin brother had been taken and she had never seen him again. She only escaped with her life after she had sunk her fangs into his arm, forcing him to release her and fled into the swamp, covered in a mixture of her own blood and the blood of her family. If she had been older that bite could have killed him.
"Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you said as you committed genocide?"
He tried fighting her again but she had him completely pinned.
"'Don't bother chasing the filthy half breed. Let it rot and die in the swamp. It's the last animal of its kind here.' You should have chased me, made sure I was dead. Remember that as I send you to Hell" she snarled.
At that, she had dragged her poison tipped blade slowly across his throat and watched him as his life streamed from his body.