Hello there. My name is Kaura Martin and i am 16 years old. I'm not exactly normal, i will tell you that now. My right Iris is as red as the blood that rushes through my veins. My hair locks are like feathers. I am covered with scars through my skin. But most importantly, i am an assassin..
My father trained me to be one, my supposed "Birthright,"; from the age i could walk i was to run, from where i can pick up a pencil i was to swing a butter knife. I trained again every day for years and perfected my skills, all behind close doors and a secret kept from my closest of friends. I went to public school like a normal girl should, taught how to read and right. I am a master at calculation and the star runner in my school; go figure. I wanted to say i was not happy how i was living my life. But in the end, it was the greatest life to live.

I trained and killed my first at age 11. I was emotionless and i knew well enough the cycle of life;it is of birth- the beginning that your life has been weaved. and it is the day you die-the end, that it was meant to end. I am a messenger-a force to imply that rule. I am an assassin.

"The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words.

We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.,"

I was taught these words at a young age. I understand each meaning with exact point. I am bound by these words. An Oath. I feared these words once. But now i embrace with open arms. These are the oaths that thousands before me had taken. The Creed. However, it has been long since disbanded, lost in old glory and with these "Templars" of distant centuries.

I never exactly believed in Templars just those who where sought out against us; but my eyes where closed then.. Now i can say that they are real. Far to real..

I lost my parents one summer night, when i was 13 years old. They where coming home with my newborn baby sister when they where gunned down in their car at a traffic stop. I lost not only my parents that day, but my sister i never knew. They came to my door that same night. Being the "good" girl i was, i opened the door and politely asked them why they where here. They came into my home; grabbed a knife and stabbed in my stomach and tried to cut me up.
But I was Alive...

I woke up the next day in the hospital. I survived my first face to face battle with death. And i came out on top. I spent the next three years to avenge my parents and revenge on my enemies. A silent killer, I seek revenge-something of justice. How naive of myself. A killer wants justice. But this is our war; no one will seek justice but for ourselves. It has always been our war-i will not change that by adding innocents when we both are sinners. We seek clarity, order, justice. They seek Domination, control, knowledge of harm.

I moved in with my friend Morgan. She had her own custody after her parents where divorced. They send her money and help her along with the apartment she keeps to herself. She in fact, invited me to live with her, and being that i have no home to go back to, i gladly accepted. I kept my words quiet and my true intentions of these wars under lock and key.

A year after my parents life was taken away i nearly stopped my search all together, i no longer found the raging anger in my mind and heart worth the life of my friend. I began school again, watching over her-keeping her safe in every way possible. Never wanting her to know of the side i was about to bury.

Years passed and things changed. I was taunted and mocked of my past. The name "Crow" was now suited on my shoulders. Kaura Martin was no more. I am not a innocent song bird. I am not a beautiful, flawless bird with glowing purple feathers. No, i am a Crow. My feathers are black and stained with the blood of my enemies. I am no Song bird, my beckoning is of the call of death. I am not innocent; the greatest illusion of life. I am the border of life and death. A messenger. A child of deathly beloved. I am a Crow. And that name "Kaura" disappeared within my mind.

A/N: Thank you for those who read this! I am sorry this is such a sort prologue but its just to help set the mood for this upcoming series for the Assassin's Creed fan-fiction. I do not own Assassin's Creed. That Belongs to Ubisoft. I only own Crow and Morgan.

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