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Traxis' P.O.V

I looked at the semicircle of men and one of them spoke. "our agent told us that you gave the letter given to you to the Templars, is this true?" I raised an eyebrow "I gave them an envelope, not necessarily the one I got from your comrade" the ones standing next to me looked visibly annoyed with my use of vocabulary.

"out with it dynamo, did you give them the goddamn letter or not?" I sighed "left boot" he looked disconcerted and confused but then reached into the boot in question. I tried to move but then realized that I was tied to the chair. The man next to me extracted the thin paper rectangle with a look of surprise.

"if this is the real deal, what did you give the Templars?" I gave a hearty laugh that somewhat disturbed the high up men. "a little old package of white phosphorus" I looked at the center-most higher up "now for me to ask you something, what is this 'artifact' the letter spoke of?" this statement caused a number of people in the room to take a step back.

"you have the sight" the central higher up said. He had the makings of an irish accent hidden in his speech. "I and the others must convene, in the meantime, free him." The man next to me nodded and flexed his wrist back on his right hand. A small blade extended quickly and silently.

The man cut the restraints with a fluid movement and then moved to my other side. I rubbed my wrists as I stood up and looked at the small blade, the man straightened out his hand and the blade returned to its hiding place. I looked back up to the circle of conveining men.

They returned to their standing spots and the leader looking one spoke to me. "you have the sight, to anyone else, the letter would be blank. After a careful amount of discussion, we have decided to ask you this. Will you join the assassin order." I looked around "why?" the leader answered once more. "we are short on members, the majority off our numbers are in Europe to stop the Templars there."

"what would me joining entail" I asked, crossing my arms "first of all, training, then partnering up with one of our members and searching for the artifact you asked about." I looked back at the man who cut me loose.

"what is the weapon that he used to cut me out?" "a wrist blade, standard issue weapon for assassins for as long as we have recorded" I looked as the man pulled up his sleeve and showed off the simple mechanism. I smiled as ideas rushed into my head.

"I will take your offer"

The men looked to eachother and nodded. "are you prepared to travel the eagles path?" I narrowed my brows at the turn of events. "umm… yes?" a number of them whispered in angered voices, a man came down with an ornate goblet in hand. He handed it to me and gestured for me to drink. I looked at the liquid within.

I swished the contents around before emptying them into my mouth. A piercing meadache thundered in my skull and my vision blurred for a second. When my vision cleared, the headache stopped instantly and I saw some weird shit.

The stone in front of me seemed to drift away and a staircase formed. I looked once more at the goblet before placing it on the ground and walking own the flight of stairs. I came out onto a balcony and saw floating portraits of past phases of my life I looke down and saw even more forming a tunnel. I turned back and saw only a solid wall.

I gulped and took a step off the crumbling platform. I fell quickly, going past painings of past and present events. Until I came down into a room with a solid floor. It was the main hall of some vaguely familiar building, as I walked through it, I heard echoes of very familiar memories "corporal Pyro, reporting for duty." Was the first, then "one big ol' camp cleared corporal, I think It was high time for us to hit the sack"

Every sentence, every word, felt like a knife through me. "no, no, NO… not them, not… WeLl THeN, I Do tHInK iTS VeRY much time for REVENGE, Don't You tHinK sO TraXY?" the warped an distorted voice form my memory shocked me to my core. I dropped to my knees and almost threw up.

"hey... HEY, we got a live one over here. Dear god, what happened to you… what's this, oh- oh god *puking noises*" the memories were getting more recent as I walked through the corridor, the end in sight was a glowing gateway. "he lost his entire unit and his mind, damn" I looked to the doorway and saw smoke flowing out of the cracks in the stone walls. The smoke billowed around the light and all but blocked it.

I ran to the door, all the rest of the memories gone to gibberish as the smoke sealed my way through. I dropped to my knees and stared at the darkness. Then, a form came out of the shadowy miasma, a humanoid figure similar to me, but it had no details. Just a cloud of shadow in the shape of a man, only a pair of blood red eyes and a Cheshire grin. It held out its hand to me and I looked at the door.

I took the dark beings hand..

Damn, that got kind of dark. Anyway, if you missed the first authors note, I am recruiting for a RWBY thing, have a character that you want in a story, pm me and we can work something out.