A/N) Again, please review and enjoy! Thanks so much guys!
Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and/or Ferb.
/Updated: October 22, 2013
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"Well?" the cloaked figure asked.
"It's done," our assassin replied.
The other figure nodded curtly, and tossed him a small bag. "Here is your payment. Dismissed."
He took the bag, and was on his way.
Okay, I lied. We are not fully watching the assassin. We could, just watch him kill all day, or we could move on with the story. The story, a dramatic and intense one, would shape out the lives of several people. One being our little assassin, and the other being the very princess of our land. Currently, we are being ruled by the king, but his daughter will be crowned in a matter of weeks. So, let's skip the news, and continue.
The young girl sighed. She wasn't sure if she was ready to be queen. To be a queen, she would be taking the rulership from her father. He was no doubt, one of the greatest leaders our nation has had. She also didn't want to be married off to some prince. The land will not accept just a queen. There must be a king and a queen. The first born in the royal family will become the king/queen, as long as he or she is married. If not, it goes to the next oldest.
Moving on from that tidbit, the young princess got herself out of her bed and made her way to the mirror. She got herself dressed, and looked into it. The princess had deep blue eyes and raven black hair. Many called her pretty, while others called her downright gorgeous. Her name was Isabella, Princess Isabella Garcia-Shapiro.
Her biggest concern of becoming the queen was the fact she had to be married. Why can't she just be queen, without a king? She was one who believed in true love and forbidden love and whatnot. Besides, in the best way to put it, she was getting married to a downright jerk. He was rude and pompous. And everything she didn't like in a guy, or really anyone in general.
Let's return to the adventurous life of our young assassin.
There he was, sitting in his room, polishing off his blade. He usually stayed in there. He wasn't exactly very social. Who could blame him though? He had such a dramatic childhood, and his current lifestyle wasn't exactly normal, especially since it was what actually caused his rough childhood. Yes, he pretty much sat in his room all day. But he did useful, constructive things. He was very bright. Most of his day-to-day activities included reading, and sometimes making things. All sorts of things. Weapons. Little necessities in their "home". Things for his own enjoyment. He would have continued cleaning his blade, had he not been interrupted.
"The leader, wants to see you," the young boy said. He had added a certain tone of authority to the "leader". The funny thing is, for being such a close society, no one knew her name. The leader's, that is. People just called her "the leader".
The master assassin nodded, and put his knife away.