Her past forgotten, she had one thing on her mind. Who am I? Eventually Irma x Caleb

The water guardian died five years ago. Or so they thought. Irma was alive, but had forgotten who she was – and had been adopted by a group of unruly assassin mercenaries who work under the king of Firekan, Kleos. Irma lives by rule of assassins, and has learned to be deadly and heartless. Now, when an abrupt change in war plans occur because of Meridian's and Kandrakar's interference, Irma is forced to regain her memories and return back into her old life… or what's left of it.

MY FIRST FIC! :D

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Kleos was angry. Very, very angry. Meridian had no right to interfere in his war!

He had to find a way to destroy them, and quick, at the matter. Puny mortals, they were. Yet, they still posed a dangerous threat. Kleos drummed his fingers into his temple.

"They're back, sir." A young man with ruffled blond hair said, out of breath from apparently racing up the castle hall to tell him this.

"Very well," Kleos said broadly, leaning on his throne in boredom. He was a handsome man, but the effects of war were shown on his face and he wore a constant frown. His hair was long and unruly, but he gave off an powerful air. "Bring them in."

The young man disappeared for a while, and then came back with two young women by his side. One had straight purple hair, matching eyes and had a look of boredom and distrust. The other, a brunette, was bit shorter but looked as if she made up for it in attitude. Her eyes were bright blue, yet cold and desolate. Both women were eerily beautiful, but a deadly mistake for the men who fell in love with them. They were assassins, and Kleos's best at that.

"I take it the trip went well?" Kleos said expectantly. "You've gotten the information I need?"

"Yes." Violet answered, digging in her pocket and retrieving an object. "See for yourself." She tossed it to him.

"Good girls." Kleos chuckled deeply.

He flipped it open, and the whole scene in which Ricardus, one of his enemies' top generals, discussed his plan before him in a hologram.

"Meridian has now interfered in our warfare. It'll be in your best interest to listen to this message."

Kleos sneered. Ricardus knew of Kleos's short patience and quick temper.

"I've been informed that they opted to push forward their attack. After we'd fought for so long, I think we can call truce to defeat this meddling force. Only when Meridain is destroyed or subdued is when we can continue our war. It's only more spoils for the winner…whoever it may be."

The holographic figurine laughed manically, echoing of the walls of the dark castle.

Kleos closed the device, before crushing it in a bout of anger. "Fucking Meridian.." He growled, before hoping off of the throne, pulling his sword out and grabbing and forcing the young blond onto the wall. "I have their heads for this! Every single, bloody rebel in Meridian!"

"Uh, ok, man, chill, chill!" The blond choked out, Kleos was a big man, and therefore crushed the life out of the poor boy.

"Chill?" Kleos repeated. He reached for his sword and held it to the boy's neck. "How can I 'chill' when those Meridian jackasses are going to ruin me!?"

"What's your next order, sir?" The purple haired girl interjected, plainly unafraid of Kleos's wrath.

Kleos said nothing, released the blond (who fell to the floor, gasping for air) but one could tell he was in deep thought.

"It is an good idea." He muttered, after a while of silence. "My order…eh, hmm." He sighed after while, coming to his final conclusion.

"We'll give their guardian back."

"What?!" The purple haired girl shouted in utter disbelief, and then shushed herself into a harsh whisper. "You know she does not have her memory. What are you getting at?"

"I get it." The brunette said, glaring at Kleos in a bored manner. "The plan is a simple spin-off, is it not? You'll get the guardian to receive Meridians trust, then crush them from the inside."

"One by bloody one." Kleos finished in a proud manner. "This is why you both are my top assassins, you're smart, and beautiful."

"What about me?" The boy groaned from the floor.

"What about you?" Kleos retorted. "Anyway, Angel, you've gotten my plan correct. There's only one thing you didn't know."

Now, the Angel's eyebrow perked up in interest.

"You're that guardian."

"Well, that was a kick in the ass." The purple haired girl sighed as they walked down the hall.

"Tell me about it, Violet. I don't remember anything about being a guardian, ever."

Violet nodded in agreement. "We weren't supposed to tell you, 'ever.' Leave it to Kleos to unravel a few years of work in one brash statement."

"Nice to know that I could trust you to never tell me the truth."

"It was for the best."

"Sure." Angel rolled her eyes. "Is Chris around?"

"Most likely." Violet answered. It was true, since Chris (the blond) was a sound ninja in training and always practiced his camouflage.

"Well, remember, we'll always be there when you need us."

"Don't you think I'm being forced into this kind of fast?"

"Angel- er, Irma, now, that's your guardian name. Anyway, there is noone in this world I would entrust this mission too. Kleos knows that as well."

"That's true." A voice rang out, and Chris appeared out of the darkness. "Break a leg out there, 'Irma'."

"Ok, if I must."

"It's a figure of speech."

"Oh. I don't get it."

Chris's eye twitched. "I don't think she's going to fit in to Earth life."

"She did it once, she'll do it again." Violet lectured. "If all goes well, she'll remember who she was and then the mission will be easier."

"Sounds easy, but –"

Violet shushed him by smacking her hand onto Chris's mouth. "Shut up and open the portal."

Chris huffed, then reached in his pocket. "Ah – here it is." He said as he pulled out a shard of what looked like a giant sapphire. He gracefully swiped the air – which ripped into a blue opening in the sky.

"This is where you go off…Aww, cheer up, lad – we'll be there!" Chris said, with a surprisingly fluent British accent.

Both girls looked at him annoyingly.

"That's not the way earth people speak, Chris. I don't even know where you got that from."

"Television." Chris answered proudly. "It's were Violet and I will be getting most of our info from for now on.

"Sounds fun," Violet said sarcastically. "As for you, 'Irma'. Have fun!"

"Don't worry, I won't."

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Short chap, but only cause it's the Prologue... but the next one will be better :P

Next chap : Irma walks into a familiar room…