Yet another story. It's been sitting around for some time. I'm just gonna put on the first two chapters, and depending on the amount of reviews I'll either back off of Pandemonium, and just work on this, or I'll take this off. I'm not completely sure.

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I was part of a clan, or what most would call a coven-the Averel-and I have been, for as long as I can remember. But I need to leave. I owe the people who live here. They've trained me, they've raised me. But I have to go. My name is Percy, and I am an assassin.

"I'm sorry, Damian, you've got to understand, I have to leave, I can't stay here anymore. This way of life, killing people left and right. I can't do it anymore! I need to find my father, I know he's alive."

How was he supposed to explain this, Damian was his best friend. They supported each other, but he couldn't stay here anymore. Even Damian knew that Percy, had been kidnapped, then raised by the Averel.

"Ok, I understand that you need to go, but you need to understand. I know you're mother said he was lost at sea, but that doesn't mean he's alive. Even then, take me with you at least! I can't just let you leave. You'll be killed Percy!"

This was getting harder by the minute, if our clan caught us we'd be killed for betrayal, the more information I gave Damian, the more they could squeeze out him.

"I'm leaving and you can't come with me, alright? It's for your own protection. And...thanks," I turned to the trees, and ran. "For what?" I didn't answer. "FOR WHAT PERCY!" I stopped and turned around, but not fully,"The memories, Damian, the memories," and with that I disappeared.

As soon as Damian realized what I said, he started to run after me but by then, I was already out of sight and in the trees. "PERCY! COME BACK! PERCY! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

Damian started running toward the tree line, he won't see me, nor will he catch me, I was taught well enough. And with that I started to jump from tree to tree, branch to branch.

I have to get away from here, from Greece. I can't keep jumping for long, I'll have to find a place to stay. I still have my cloak, and my weapons. I need to get to Rome, I'll be able to find haven there. The Averel have long memories. I'll have to stay out of their way for a while, and Rome will accept me into their growing empire, everyone knew about me, the assassin of the shadows. I was tired of this game though. I needed to find a safe place.

"PERCY, YOU PROMISED ME!" I could still hear Damian in the distance. I needed to get away from here, as long as I was in Greece, I was in Averel territory. If I was in Rome, the Averel wouldn't be able to find me.

I jumped down, there was a farm in the distance, maybe I could get help from there. I'm hoping that none of the Averel have heard of my betrayal. I can't go back now anyway. If they catch me now, well I can fight just fine, but the Averel know that, they'll have a lot more than the normal amount of people after me. I knocked on the cottage door, and an old man opens it.

"What do you want? If you need a place to sleep, then scram. I don't need you scum dirtying up my home!"

And with that, the old man slammed the door in my face, I banged on the door again. "Uncle, I need your help, I need to find my father, please, just open the door!"

And from behind the door, the old man replied, "Why should I help you, for all I know you could steal everything I own."

"I… I'm an assassin, in the ranks of the Averel." The Averel were considered legend in Greece, they were considered saviors. Especially the assassins. The assassins were in the higher ranks of the Averel as well. All the children wanted to be a part of the Averel. If only they knew what it really was.

"Why should I believe you? What if you're tricking me?"

"Come out, Uncle, I will show you my proof."

He came out, and took a nice long look at me. It wasn't obvious at first glance that I was part of the Averel. But after some studying and the glints of metal, you would get an idea. "The Averel have tattoos yes?"

I pulled my sleeve up, and showed him a depiction of a rose. All the folk knew that only the Averel had access to blue inks.

"So you are of the Averel! Come inside come inside!"

The old man hustled through the door, and he was overly eager to show me a place to sleep. At least he didn't know that I was a traitor to the Averel. If he knew, well that would be bad…

"You know there are rumors that there's a traitor to the Averel, very recent, don't think its true though," and the old man turned to me,"They call me Dastgir."

So he knows, this couldn't get any worse, "A name for a name, I suppose. My name is Percy. But I wanted to know, what do you know about this traitor?"

"So there is a traitor, well, they say that its a man, quite tall, he's supposed to be an assassin too. All us folk did not think that an assassin of all people would turn from the Averel. Queer, that it was."

Now I have to lie, what do I say…"Uncle, I am looking for this traitor, he is my target, should you find him, send me a message."

Throughout the conversation, Dastgir had been cooking some sort of stew, it smelled like lamb. I hadn't eaten all day, and I was hungry, and tired. Jumping trees was difficult. And saying goodbye, that was difficult too…Wait, goodbyes, oh Damian. I had left Damian there. What would the Averel do to him? I'll have to go back, but if I do-

"Why do you brood so, is something wrong? Do you not like lamb? I can make it with beef instead."

"No, no, Uncle, I like lamb just fine. Only, I've left my friend with the rest of my coven. I am worried. I believe I've broken a promise to him, only I do not remember what I have lost to memory."

"Don't worry, sometimes the smallest if things will remind you of the greatest deeds, do not think too hard."

The old man spooned the stew into wooden bowls and handed one to him. The smell of cooked lamb, with herbs and spices were enough to overwhelm the hungry assassin.

"You enjoy eating stew? Used to be my favorite when my mother made it. Just right with the spices. Can't make anything right, not the way my mother made it."

"Uncle, you make your lamb stew just fine. The taste rivals that of mine."

"Since when have you been cooking your own meals, child?"

"Ever since the Averel found me, they taught me how to cook, fend for my own."

"Where are your parents? What do you mean by 'the Averel found me'?"

This was getting out of hand, should I tell him I was plucked off the streets because the Averel thought me suitable to be their next assassin. Or should I make up a story…

"My parents died, Uncle. The Averel picked me up when they found out. Thought me suitable for the highest open position."

At least it was a half truth. I lied, but out of everything, I still did have some truth to my words. If Dastgir thought anything was off he didn't say. I owed this man, yet I fed him lies. But if I told him, then he would be in danger.

Dong, Dong. It was the clock.

"Oh, well, its quite late, too late to be up and about. We should go to bed. What do you say Percy?"

That was the first time he said my name aloud. My name which was given to me by the Averel. It was well past midnight. And I was weary with travel. But I couldn't stay here long.

"Yes, we should. I must leave at first light. If I am gone before you are up, do not worry Uncle. Should there be people who come later on, and ask for me, say I have gone North, towards Chisisi."

"Chisisi, quite a long journey you have there do you not Percy?"

"Yes Uncle, I believe so. Should I come back this way, I will be sure to give you something for your hospitality, as I have nothing with me that I can spare right now."

"Oh, don't bother Percy. We all have our difficulties. Good luck."

And he went up the winding stair that lead to his room. I slept on the couch, only to awake the next morning with banging at the door.

So let me know if you guys like this story, depending on the review, and follows, and favorites, I'll let you know if I'm making this story my top priority and back off on Pandemonium or not. Although for this, I really need your guy's feedback. So let me know. I'll put up the next chapter sometime soon, so not to let you guys be bored. So based off that, I'll let you know whether or not I'm taking this story down. Thanks. READ ON!

PS: Chisisi is a city that I made up. Don't get confused! Have fun!

~Cinaedion