A/N Thanks for your your reviews and support.

Shou-loatheUndying: Thanks for your review my friend. I'm sorry i know the identity part is confusing right now. You are right and wrong at the same time. As the chapters go along the truth will become clearer. Especially as he begins to put the memories and pieces together. Just bear with me.

Ugh my phone decided to no longer charge. I lost more than half of my story notes. Thankfully this was one I was able to save this one and the work already done for the chapter.

David's POV

A month passed and he was cleared to join the initiates. David's mind was still a mess. He would have voices surface and they would come with snippets of information. His dreams held memories but they were never of his youth. More often than not they were of a jungle and of killing.

He sighed carefully aware that Tanner was watching him. Even with being moved to the initiates he was going to be watched closely. Tanner had been trying to help him remember more every day. Ever since he remembered his name. To the elder man it was a starting point.

Tanner said drawing his attention, "We will still be meeting twice a week. The more we can get you to remember the easier things will be. A piece of advice. Don't provoke your mentor. Everyone here is dangerous and if provoked they will not hesitate to put you in your place."

David nodded his grey eyes not meeting the doctor's. There was nothing left fo be said here. He was leaving the healing ward for the first time. He was somewhat curious to see the rest of the building.

As the two men stepped out David noticed a guard was following them. It seemed that Ra's Al Ghul did not trust him. Not that he particularly blamed the man.

To this group he was an outsider and was not to be trusted. In truth he was lucky they found him even worthy of training. They could have decided to hole him up until his memories returned.

They went down several different corridors until they reached a large set of ornate doors. They were opened slightly allowing the two men entrance without knocking.

A line of four men and one woman stood in the center. In front of them was Ra's Al Ghul who barely glanced at him as David came in; Tanner at his side.

Ra's said in a low timbre, "Today you begin the road from initiates to full fledged members of the League. It will not be an easy journey and many of you will not make it to your making. Work hard and prove your loyalty. Then when you are ready you will take your place amongst us. Remember not everyone is meant to be a part of the fighting force. Some will be healers. Others will be guards. Others still will be fighters. Good luck to each of you."

Ra's grey eyes met David's own grey eyes. The look in them was of assessment. Like the man was seeing directly into his soul.

Then David's attention was drawn to five members coming in. One was a female omega. Three were male alphas. The final was a male beta.

One of the alphas had a familiar scent of an open flame on a winter's night. What had Hudu called him? Al Owal? That was it. Al Owal, The first.

Their eyes met for a brief moment. The alpha's were calm and steady. Out of everyone David had this man was certainly the strangest.

A voice said from behind them, "Initiates, the assassins in front of you are your teachers. You will have individual trainings with them. They will perfect your strengths while washing away your weaknesses. There will be group trainings between the initiates. For now go with your trainer they will inform you of the times you have group training."

Al Owal jerked his head to the door and moved towards it. David immediately followed the other. They walked through the halls in complete silence. Other initiates went to rooms that they passed.

They turned a corner and David remembered the hall. It was close to the healing halls. Was there a training room near the healing halls?

Al Owal stood outside a door just a few feet from the corner. Another jerk of his chin told David to enter. The younger man was wary of showing his back to the assassin. It was ridiculous even in his own mind.

If they wanted him dead they could have left him in the water. Or let him die in surgery. Even killed him in his sleep. There was no need for the League to have an underhanded play here.

He entered and took note of the large room. While smaller than the room they had just been in it was larger than the healing room. Along the walls lay racks of different weapons. There was every kind of medieval weapon. From bows to axes to swords. They came from all parts of the world.

David's eyes were almost solely for a beautiful hand crafted bow. It was nestled in between a compound and recurve.

Without thinking about it he was already moving to pick it up. When Al Owal didn't stop him, he tested the draw. The strength of the draw pulled at his lower abdomen muscles where his healed wound lay. There wasn't any tearing that would stop him however.

Somewhere deep in his mind he heard, "Draw it back with taking a breath between your index and middle finger. Have your thumb gently touch the jaw line. As you release your breath release the arrow. It will fly true."

By one of the fat walls there was a set of archery targets. Picking up a quiver of arrows he moved towards the targets. Al Owal followed silently watching him.

David stopped at twenty yards from the target. It wasn't far but it was enough to test himself.

He drew back the arrow as he drew in a slow breath. The movement felt familiar. Almost as if greeting an old friend.

Once his thumb touched his jaw line he released his breath and with it the arrow. It flew but not to the bullseye he was aiming for. It struck the outer circle of target.

Al Owal rumbled from his right, "For your first shot that wasn't bad. Get back into position as if you have an arrow knocked."

David returned to the position and held it. The assassin walked around him with an assessing look to his face. Slowly the man reached out and adjusted David's arm. He turned it so that it was straight and true.

Without warning he kicked the younger's back leg slightly back. It nearly sent David to the floor with the unexpected movement and adjustment. Only the steady hand on his elbow kept him on his feet.

The alpha's voice ordered calmly, "Again."

David retrieved a new arrow and knocked it. Remembering the slight corrections to his stance he tried to replicate them as he drew back the arrow and in a breath. When he released the arrow it flew. To his surprise it hit closer to the center this time. In a middle ring rather than an outer.

Al Owal rumbled, "Well now it seems we have found a weapon you are comfortable with. Your instincts serve you well. Here I was thinking we would have to start you from the beginning. Put it away and let's try swords. You are required to master two weapons here before you can become more than an initiate."

Almost unwillingly he returned the bow and quiver to their places. He knew that out of all the weapons that would be the one he mastered. Still he followed the other to the swords racks. He took in each one. Without holding one he wasn't sure if they were right for him. It wasn't like with the bow where he instinctively knew.

Without an order he began testing the blades. He started with the short swords before moving to the longer swords. The short swords didn't fit right into his hands. They weren't balanced as he swung them trying to get a feel.

The one and a half handed swords were better suited for him. They were too long that he was over balanced. Nor were they so short that he was under balanced.

In the end he chose a hand and a half sword that was straight with a broad blade. He felt comfortable with it in his hands and the practice swings proved he could use it.

Al Owal picked up a curved one handed sword. He indicated for David to stand in front of him.

The two faced off. David's eyed the elder man with trepidation. The man came at him with slow precise movements. David despite his trepidation went to block.

He froze at the order, "Hold that position."

So he did. The sword was held in both hands high above his head. His elbows were locked waiting for the order to move or the adjustments.

Al Owal brought his guard down slightly so that it wasn't so high. Then he pushed David's elbows in to protect his sides.

"Don't guard so high that you leave yourself unprotected in other areas," the alpha reprimanded, "Now again."

So they went. David learning the motions of how to use a blade. Somewhere in the back of his mind it felt familiar but it wasn't instinctive as the bow had been.

Despite the alpha's gruffness he was a good teacher. David worked to learn everything he could. To learn it well. On a rare occasion he would see a sort of half smile on the other's face. As soon as it appeared however it was gone.