AN: In this chapter, I will make some vague Assassin's Creed references in describing one of the characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own MTG or AC
Jason POV:
These last few days have been hell. My roommate and best friend disappeared, and even the police can't find him. Every time someone mentions him, Blake just smirks, like he knows something. Man, I hate that guy. I am continuously getting harassed on campus by Blake and his minions. I try to put up with it, suck in my anger, and be the better man. But eventually, I let it get to me. I passed Blake on my way back to my dorm, and he called out to me.
"Hey loser! What happened to your little friend? Was to much of a pussy to deal with the fact that no one wants him? And I thought he was bad, but just look at your ugly self!" He taunted. I snapped. I let all my anger loose and after a flash of bright light, I found myself in a dark room. I looked around, confused until I heard a voice.
"Welcome." it said. "I see your spark has finally ignited, young one." the voice said.
"Show yourself." I growled. The voice chuckled.
"Very well." it said. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing a faded red cape, and a hood covered his face, which was wrinkled. I saw locks of gray hair going down his shoulder.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Lazav. And you are a planeswalker. I shall give you knowledge of what you are, what we are, and what you could become." Lazav said. He raised a gloved hand and shot me with a stream of black energy. Suddenly, I understood. I was a planeswalker, and I was on Ravnica. "So, young one," Lazav began. "I can sense your talents, and your power. You have great potential. Will you join House Dimir as a hired assassin?" I considered it. With my best friend gone, I had nothing in my old life, as my family had passed away in a fire long ago. Might as well move on.
"Yes, master." I replied. Lazav smirked.
"Very well." he said, and he hit me with another tendril of energy. When it cleared, I looked down and saw that I was in black and blue assassin robes, with the Dimir Signet on the back. I had a belt with smoke bombs, and other various items such as ninja stars, throwing knives, and a katana. I also had two vambraces on my arms, each with hidden blades, and I had knowledge of an experienced assassin. "You must now pick a new name. This is the name that you shall be known as for all eternity." Lazav said. I thought for a moment.
"Azwraith." I replied.
"Very well." Lazav said. "Rise, Azwraith, Dimir Assassin!" he said. I stood up. "Now," he began. " Let's get down to business, shall we?"
ONE WEEK LATER:
After a week of service, I can honestly say, that I truly like being an assassin. Lazav sends me on covert missions, usually to dispatch an enemy of the guild. My next mission was to execute an Orzhov cleric who was known for speaking out against the Dimir. I infiltrated the church no problem. I saw the cleric bowing before an altar, and I decided to make myself known.
"Orion Vanik," I began, he turned around to face me. "You have been accused of speaking out against the Dimir and spreading lies and slander. How do you plead?" I asked.
"N-n-not g-guilty." he stuttered with a nervous look. I smirked.
"Too bad." I said. I melted into the shadows, and reappeared behind the man. I took out my hidden blade right before he turned around. "The court finds you guilty." I said with a smirk. I slashed forward with my hidden blade and took his head clean off. I disposed of the body and stuck I stone with the Dimir logo carved on it into the dead man's mouth. I hung the head on the ceiling and left.
