They know hundreds of ways to kill a person without breaking a sweat then they disappear without a trace. Now with only a handful left they search for the next generation of assassins to aid them in there struggle to defeat the banished assassin Jaeger.
They have no flag, they have no king, they only have their Creed. Never kill the innocent, never fight for revenge, and welcome death. These men aren’t soldiers, they aren’t warriors. They are assassins.
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Year 855
A man walked into the city of Morina, face cloaked behind a black hood. He hid behind a tree over looking the setting sun. He sighed and leaned his head back against it before he looked at the bundle he held so carefully in his arms.
A baby boy with a thin layer of black hair was sleeping in his arms as he rocked him gently. It had been an exhausting journey for them both. He sighed deeply before standing up and walked to the castle in the back of the village keeping the baby’s face covered. He knocked on the castle door and they opened.
“I must see the king,” he said. The knights looked at him and nodded. He walked in and walked up the castle steps, down the long corridor to the throne room. Two knights followed him in, the king looked up and smiled softly.
“Hermes!” he said and walked up to him but stopped when he saw the baby. His blue eyes wide open and awake, he was gurgling softly and looking between the two men. The king looked up at Hermes his eyes sad.
“He’s orphaned and he needs a family,” the younger man said. The king looked at the boy as he played with the chain around the man’s neck, Hermes smiled sadly at him. The king frowned at his friend.
“He can’t stay at the castle with you and the others?” he asked..
“No...I don’t want him to know his family or who he is,” he said. “Not while he’s growing up, and we’ve just banished Jaeger and who knows what can happen now,” he said and closed his eyes. “Morina is the safest place for him,” he said.
The king sighed and took the child into his arms. The boy whimpered and reached back to the other man. Hermes smiled softly and took off the necklace and put it in the boy’s hands. The baby played with it and looked at the man.
“I hope to see you again,” He paused and kissed his head. “Falcon,” He looked at the king as smiled before he turned and left the castle. A single tear fell from his eye and he vowed to never shed another tear for as long as he lived.
After all, assassin’s shouldn’t cry.
