If I were to tell you that I was once an assassin, what would you say? Let's figure you only knew that, I was forced into an arranged marriage and was Prince Ozai's wife. You would probably say, 'That's ridiculous!'

Many people would just like to keep their fantasies that involved me being engaged to Ozai since I was born, and I was raised to do so. That is not the truth at all.

My name is Ursa, my assassin name was Ursa Oshada. The last name was false, but I called myself that a lot, force of habiat, I guess. I have been in a secret assassin school for as long as I can remember and I had recently graduated. Today I had a meeting with our commander, who was named Zaku. I followed a man with a shaved head down cold underground passages. These skinny passages led to Commander Zaku's office. I had a hard time keeping up with the man without scratching a body part of mine against the rough, stone wall.

"What is your name, again?" he asked me, not even bothering to look at me- he just kept walking. All these passages formed a labriynth. I guess I could understand that, it was for security. I searched the walls as best I could for some type of secret coding, but I saw nothing. The silence was nerve-wracking. If our commander was the son of Sozin. . . then did he inheirit such horrible personality traits? Once we arrived at a big, bronze door, Zaku's asassitant drew his sword and jamed it in something resembling a key hole. He turned his sword and I heard gears rumble and turn inside the door. He pushed it with one hand and it, as if by it's self- opened! I couldn't believe the man strength! Based on his appearance you would think he was . . .well. . . weak. I starred at our commander. His feet were on his desk carelessly, and papers with all sorts of information, probably important information, were laying on his desk and the floor. I also spotted two sake bottles in the corner.

"Yes? Oh, it's you, the little girl," he said. "Come in," he instructed me, beckoning with his right hand.

Little girl? I can tell you that there were many little girls in this company, I'm older than most girls here. This organization didn't have a name, we simply called it, 'The Company'.

Does he even know my name?

The asisstant held the door open and I quickly walked in. "What is your name?" he asked as the door shut with a loud creak. I stood in front of his desk.

Apparently not.

"Ursa, sir." I said. I looked around the darkly colored room. The walls and floor was made out of a maroon tinted brick. The only lights were candles in holders located on each wall. How could anyone do paperwork in such a dimly lighten room? I had always been amazed with the names all the famous assassin had, let alone the actual people. They had family names given to them because they never received them upon birth. The people who were raised here, have names like. . . Ling Nor, instead of Ling of the Nor family, but usually they sound a lot different from regular Fire Nation names.

"Okay, sort this first." Commander Zaku said while he got up from his desk and pointed at it. There were papers everywhere! It would take at least thirty minutes and I never actually sorted anything like paperwork before. I walked over to his desk and began sorting it. It mainly consisted of scrolls and loses papers regarding missions. Is this only thing he wanted me to do? He called me over here for a 'private' meeting, not a cleaning spree.

"So you just graduated right?" He asked, looking at the remaining of the files on the bookshelf.

I looked at him and replied, "Yes," while sorting the papers.

"Your mother was a former member of this organization, but she is dead now. And your father works for my bastard-brother," Zaku said, reading off a file that was at least five pages long. Why does he dislike Fire Lord Azulon? That is his brother!

"Yes." I responded. I put some scrolls on a shelf, and scampered back to his desk for the rest.

"You excelled in emotional training and history," Zaku continued. "And you have a GPA of 92 out of 100," he read.

"Correct," I said, giving a little nod.

"Okay then, do you want to be in 4th division?" Zaku asked. Mental Interrogation? No!

"No! Ah! I mean- I don't think I would get along with the people in it!" I said quickly. I was half way to the shelf as I clutched the scrolls, and braced myself for Zaku's response.

"True. They are bunch of sadistic freaks. What about the 6th?" Zaku asked. I dropped the scrolls I was holding. "No! That's even worse!"

I didn't realize what I said until I said it. Oh no! I could get kicked out for that!

"Oh! I am sorry! I meant no disrespect when I said that!" I fell to my knees, still clutching the scrolls to my chest, and bowed my head.

"Once again I agree with you but you may want to be careful of what you say around the other captains," Zaku said. "Yes, sir." I said and got up. Wow, I expected to get punished or something for saying that. Commander Zaku has only worked here for four years, the previous one retired.

"What about the 2nd?"

The 2nd division. Captain Izao Tanamura runs it. It was for elite spies and speacilized in espionage. I haven't heard anything bad about it. . .yet.

"Do you want to be in it or not?" Zaku's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes, I do." I said. I picked up the stuff on the floor. Zaku was a little messy, of course I shouldn't talk, my room is always messy no matter how much I clean it.

"Okay, then. Since you have school tomorrow you will take the Placement Exam at sundown. You can work at night, 7 PM to 11 PM filing paperwork," Zaku said. The Placement Exam determines what rank you are.

7 PM to 11 PM? Isn't that late? When my father is home I have to go to bed at nine. If I were one of those comic characters with the big eyes my sweat would have dropped.

I sighed, "Okay. Thank you."

I quickly finished cleaning up and went back to his desk. Apparently I missed a scroll. It was pink, that's odd…

I opened it. Eww!!

"Do you have a problem with the naked female form?" he asked from behind me. I think you can guess what that scroll contained. "N-no!" I said.

I think that was the wrong answer…

Zaku grabbed me by the shirt. "Take off your clothes!" He ordered. Well this was a dramatic change of events.

"What?! N-no!!" I yelled. What is going on? I tried to get away but he just pinned me to the wall.

"Stop!" I cried.

"No! Fight your way out of this!"

Okay, I think I get it. Commander Zaku wants me to fight. I kneed him in the stomach, he stumbled back. I got into a fighting position. "Now, what are doing?!" I demanded. It felt weird to disrespect someone at this rank in such a way, but he almost raped me. Zaku got up.

"Well you actually have some backbone! The getting raped thing was a test. Someday you may have to hurt, disrespect or even kill someone dear to you." Zaku said.

"But you aren't dear to me." I replied.

"I know. But you were taught to respect me." He stated. I was shaking I was so scared. I am not telling my dad about this. My dad is overprotective. "Relax. I gave this test to the 3rd Division's Sachiko too." He said.

"R-right." I said trying to calm myself. Sachiko was fifteen years old. She was the 3rd ranking officer of the medical division. I pointed to the pink scroll. "Oh. So um…what did that scroll have to do with this?"

He ran over to it and grabbed it. "That? Oh! Uh…nothing! Don't ask!"

"Alright." I said. My senses were still on high alert. I sighed.

"Okay. You are dismissed!' he said.

I ran out of the office as fast as I could. The eight divisions were sprawled across a valley, and most of the bases were located underground. We are the Fire Lord's personal guard, no one knew about us except him. I hate to brag but we are way better then those regular police forces. The only good thing about the long daily trek from my apartment (which were by the divisions) to the city was that the shortest route was by a pound, it was filled with weird fish and the super cute turtle-ducks! I was glad I got so much freedom though. I basically live alone, my dad lives with my but he is never home.

Why did Commander Zaku meet with me privately? Any new recruit would just be placed into a squad. Maybe it was because I am only thirteen; I am not the only youngest.

I need to wake up at sunrise tomorrow so I'll get up no later than 5 AM.

Tomorrow is going to be crazy.

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