Chapter 2: Nanda Parbat, Rhaz ah Ghul, Nyssa and first year of training.

Chelsea2019:

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Lacy's POV:

When I wake up again I am on some sort of island. I look around and there is snow everywhere. Snow and wet clothes do not mix. I begin to shiver and turn blue.

"FREEZE!" A voice yells behind me.

I turn to see men, all wearing the same suit, pointing bows or swords at me. I gasp.

"Its just a child," one says and she takes her hood off to reveal a woman. She has brown hair.

I fall over in my rush to get away from her. "Who- who are you?"

"My name is Nyssa ah ghul," she says as she leans down next to me. "Heir to the demon. And yours?"

I hesitate and then say. "Lacy."

She looks back at the men.

"Tell my father I'll be bringing a guest back and have a pair of my old clothes brought to a spare bedroom," she says. "We'll figure out what to do with her later."

They nod and leave before holding her hand out to me. "Come child. You need to change your clothes."

I take her hand and she pulls me to my feet. I notice I have cuts on my leg. She leads me away.

After a shower, bandages and some rest I sat down on the bed waiting for someone to come along. I sigh as I open my locket. On one side is a picture of my parents and the other side is a picture of Ollie, Thea and I.

Finally a knock comes and I shove my locket under my pillow. "Come in."

Nyssa comes in and motions for me to follow her which I do. I glance around at the tomb like place as she leads me into a chamber. There I see a man stood in the middle of the room.

"Well," he says looking me up and down. "She is young. Nyssa why should I let her stay?"

Nyssa motions for me to drop to one knee which I do.

"Father you say I need responsibility," Nyssa reminds me. "Allow me to train her and then whenever a new recruit needs training I can train them. I promise to make her into a strong warrior which you will be proud of."

He turns to me and motions for me to rise which I do.

"How old are you my child?" He asks me and something in his voice tells me that I have to answer or suffer the consequences.

"10 sir," I tell him.

He sighs and turns to his daughter. "I'll give you a year. If in a year I can see she has potential then I will let her stay. If not she will go. I do not want to see her for a year."

Nyssa and I nod and leave.

She smiles at me. "Tomorrow we begin."

I nod and head to my quarters to sleep for a while.

The next day I am woken at the break of dawn by Nyssa. She throws a suit at me and tells me that this is my new training gear.

"Get ready and eat," she says as a tray of food is next to me. "Then we will begin. Tomorrow you will find your own way to the kitchen and get food."

I nod and dress before eating.

After food she leads me to a room with weapons. She grabs some sort of stick and throws it towards me. I drop it.

"You need to learn to catch it," she says and motions for me to pick it up which I do. "Never take your eyes off your enemy. Pick the stick up with your feet."

She then shows me how to kick the stick up so I can catch it.

For the next few hours we practise with the sticks. By the time we are finished I have two broken fingers, a split lip and a dislocated shoulder.

"Done," she says and sighs. "We will practise with these until you can knock mine out of my hand. Now we need to pop that shoulder back into place."

I head over to her and groan as she puts my shoulder back into place.

"Eat, and then rest," she orders me. "Tomorrow we will begin again."

I nod and head back to my room.

For the next month we train with wooden staffs.

Then the day came.

We'd been training for twenty minutes. I duck under her strike and turn before whacking her wrist very hard with the stick. She groans as the stick goes flying out of her hand. Using my gymnastics training I do a backflip and catch the stick.

"Well done," Nyssa says rubbing her wrist. "You used other techniques to get the staff off of me. Now we go onto something a little harder."

She moves over to a training matt.

"Sparring?" I question worried. "I am only ten."

"I was nine the first time I sparred," she informs me and I am shocked. "Come on."

I sigh and she teaches me different stances and moves. Then we begin to spar. Just like the first time she wipes the floor with me. After ten time of me hitting the mat. She stops and pulls me to my feet.

"Practise your moves before bed each night," she tells me. "Eventually you will find your own fighting style. This time we will finish when I'm the one on the mat. It will probably take a lot longer to finish this then the staff."

I nod and limp all the way back to my room.

I had been working on something. Each assassin that has meant something created something of their own. I have made two bracelets. When I am wearing them I will be able to speed everywhere.

Like my dad said I am as fast as a cheetah. Now that is completely true.

Over the next 11 months I trained. I use two weapons: A sword which is always in a holster at my side and a bow and arrow. my suit is yellow with spots like a cheetah complete with an eye mask and a hood. I had made the suit and to say I am now 11 nearly 12. I am no longer the Lacy queen that my family would remember.

I am the cheetah.

Chelsea2019:

Okay so the bracelets are like what sarah and Laurel used for the canary cry except they allow her to be fast.