A/N: I own nothing but the people I make up everything else goes to the lovely people who worked their asses off for one of the best games in the world.

Also Siam is Thailand's former name, though I am not sure how much land was under that name.

So read and enjoy there maybe a few errors everyone isn't perfect nor is English my native tongue or my mother's and it doesn't help I don't know how to write in my native tongue either. . Enough about me on with the story~ =]

It was spreading, they were here. Both sides were here….here to take away more of my life, more time away from what I really needed. Fire it was everywhere, blood splattering the walls, windows, floors. Smoke slowly rising daring me to breath. Heavy footfalls metal meeting wood as I hear English words being yelled. I know what they are here for, but to think they came all this way already. I trained for this, I was ready…but at the same time I wasn't ready. Slipping into the right clothes and gathering all my weapons sticking to the shadows I took two armored people out without even blinking. Seeing my brother and sister laying in a pool of their own blood I closed my eyes swearing. Stepping over the burning little Buddha shrine that was in our home I pulled my blades going for the neck, I missed my intended target and a loud noise was made blowing my cover and thus the battle began. Where all my training counted where my people failed I will succeed regardless how they threw away my family's honor.

Yelling, battle cries, swords meets screaming at one other, spitting out sparks, blood is spilled the odds against me, I'm glad they set fire to my home it only makes it easier. Kick them in the flames racing to thing that was entrusted to my clan to protect I was surrounded my back to the prize they seek, sending and taking blows it went on for what felt like hours before flashing of white came to my aid, there were three of them. If they were foe I would face them after we take care of these English Crusaders.

I was out of breath holding onto my bleeding side, licking the blood from my busted lip I limped my way to the box blocking it from them not knowing what tongue they speak I spoke my language, no answer. I tried English getting questionable looks, then I spoke the tongue my father taught me and was given an answer.

They were here for the Englishmen and what they were after.

"Kill me and you can take it."

One stepped closer and I saw it, the same thing that was on my body, the very thing my father spoke of before he was killed.

"Peace and safety brother."

I said softly as I silenced my blade and grabbed the box and jumped out the window. Slowly walking to all the other huts on our compound using the sword as a cane each one empty and bloody bodies laying about guilt bit at me as I walked to the front seeing women children…everyone dead. People I use to be friends who turned on me after learning the truth of my birth, everyone turned on my parents and I, I had wished death on them more than once. And this happens. But still the teachings of The Buddha haunted me at that very moment.

"Life is suffering. That's what I've been taught, to live is to suffer, to suffer is to live."

So much suffering, in such a short life that was mine, I fell to my knees screaming out at the world for what has been done. Crying pounding at the mud from yesterday's rain watching as my blood mixed in with the already murky water. Listening to the footsteps that were barely there.

"You have what we seek."

I ignored them as I clung to the small chest in my arm.

One of the three tugged on my already ripped clothes exposing my bare back and the mark that would have been hidden if not for my hair hidden from view.

"He spoke our language and bares the mark."

"I am no man, I am but a woman."

Those were the last words I spoke the rest is a blank.