To grow in the shadows...To learn the way of the Assassin...To never see the light...This was my upbringing.
From an extremely young age I was trained in the way of the shadows. I had to learn fast, because before long, practice was over.
I had to use everything I had learnt as if my life depended on it ; because it did.
My hometown was located deep in the Loreroot forest, hidden by the shadows, and protected by the trees - and when needed, the Rain. I myself was raised underground, trained to become one with the shadows.
We had different types of Assassin:
Those who trained in the sun,
Those who trained in the rain,
Those who were stained with blood,
Those who could fight from the trees
And those who could become a shadow.
All of us had different traits, abilities if you will.
*Suns could divert the light around them, making them near invisible.
*Rains were incredibly fast and strong, like a storm.
*Blood...Well they were born killers.,they could spot your weaknesses, and make you fall with one shot.
*Trees were trained with the bow. They had these weird eyes that allowed them to see miles away, and notice
things others couldn't even see. A small group of these guys could take out a whole army.
*And finally the Shadows. We could become one with the darkness, moulding it over our bodies and move throughout its shade.
We were an unstoppable force, my clan. Anybody who tried to endanger our town would die very quickly, I assure you.
That is...until one of our own betrayed us.
Master Ram, of the Trees didn't like the idea of our town being a peaceful one. He thought that we should show the world our power, and rule.
Of course, nobody else agreed with him. He left to go to other places - or so we thought.
No, he went to teach others the way of the Trees; Others that also thought that if you have great power -you should use it.
Pretty soon other masters were leaving, spreading our secrets, destroying our society.Our town split up, each group going to their own territory. Then, it started.
Without other groups around us, the powers we had grew to large. This happened to every last person in our clan. We were changing. Our strengths were changing us.
Those of the Sun became engulfed in flames. Flames so strong that they were worried about their own strength - they stopped their powers increasing by forming a firey mould - like an egg - around themselves. Once that egg breaks something of incredible strength is released.
Those of the rain also got worried. They transferred all of their strength into their defence - permanently. With this, they became less powerful in battle, the males of the group (The fighters) soon died out. Only women were left. The Rain was their last ally. They made an agreement with the water. The water would keep the group alive, but the women had to become creatures that lived in the water.
The Blood group became something completely different. The bloodlust that they had inside them grew. They started hunting, they became animals. They became beasts - Real beasts. They grew claws, they grew fangs. Their purpose was to kill, and that's what they would continue to do.
The Trees' new powers fused with their rage - the rage for Master Ram. It seemed that the more enraged they got, the stronger their powers would become. But others were different. It appeared that depending on whether or not they had forgiven Master Ram, their bodies would change. Some became wild and aggressive, while others became calm and decisive. They split into two groups. One went into Loreroot again, while the other made its way into Marind Bell.
And finally, The Shadows. Our powers became way too much for us to handle. We were now stronger than any other of the groups. The shadows possessed our bodies, taking us over, and furthermore incresing our strength, intelligence, and speed. And now, as Shadows took over, our bodies still remain intact. We became solid shadows, then hardened darkness, then... Liquid dust.
We do not mean to harm others, but the darkness that is encasing us wants nothing more than to harm. We try to hold back as much as possible. If you are hurt, I am sorry, but I am fighting off this beast as much as you are.
Do not go in the darkness...for we are waiting.