Sunday January 14, 2018
Writing a Journal isn't going to be easy for me. There will be days when I stop of simply forget to do it, or I don't want to. It's going to be a hard habit for me to finalize into my life, but I feel like this has to happen… the lives of my family may depend on it. Maybe I'll be able to give this to them when I die, but they will find it anyways. Whether they believe it or not, every word in this journal is written as truth. A tomb of forgotten Memories.
All of my family's ancestors are buried in tombs around the world, from Egypt to London with Italy in-between, even a couple here in North America. The tombs are important to our history, each telling a different part of a hidden war that still takes place today. There are factions around the world that hold these memories as holy word, I will not have my family believe that these words are of a higher power, however will tell them that the stories I tell are truth, every word speaking of the past and the history of our creed.
Monday January 22, 2018
My boys came home from school today carrying my youngest home. Anneta had slashes engraved into her skin spelling words no child should know.
Assassin Shadowhunter Murderer
These are not words known in my family, it is our heritage, but not our lifestyle. Anneta never spoke again. Blake came home with bruised knuckles and a split lip, the only thing he would tell me was that he knew everything.
My eldest began to walk down a path that I had hoped would leave my family alone. Assassino, Medjay, Assassin. He took the mantle I hadn't touched in decades, my hands never wished to share the burden with other, especially not my children.
They aren't meant to fight my battles. So once again I donned a mantle named assassin.
A mantle called Hidden Queen
And
A story written in blood
Tuesday January 23, 2018
My brothers didn't take to the active role of an assassin as well as I did. My older brother had refused the role and turned instead to the modern life, but he had helped me when I needed any information. The younger only knew enough to protect himself, he too had turned to a modern role in the creed, building tools for the brotherhood to use.
Both had been there when I accepted the role from our parents, they had been placed with me in the creed, going where I went for any need I might have on my missions.
Wednesday January 24, 2018
The creed had been around since ancient times, our founders being a couple who divided after the murderer of their child had been slain.
Thursday January 25, 2018
The history of the creed is a carefully guarded secret, every active assassin is tasked with protecting it with their lives. There was a point in my life when my brothers and I guarded the scrolls and books where it was written down, at the heart of the assassin's home.
Blake would become a guardian now, the eldest of me children protecting his ancestors history brought me pride. His siblings might join him in the end, travelling with Blake on his journey. The creed was right to keep family together, who else was going to see what others could not in a person.
The day Blake came home with bruised knuckles and a fire in his eyes I shared with him words I thought would never be spoken again by my family.