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Chapter One Chapter OneChapter One by ~YinYang6697
“Again!” The voice commanded sharply.
I snarled and shot forward again, sinking my left dagger into the
training dummies chest and slicing its head off with the other. I looked around at the scattered dummy parts in the clearing and smirked a little. My breathing was normal and my arms were strong.
“Good.” I turned to my teacher. Lorewalker Teague was one of the best world-wide assassins, and was my father’s best friend. After my father died, I continued my training with Lorewalker, whom I called Lore, or uncle Lore for short. I was only twelve when my father died. Killian Draighean and Lorewalker Teague were the tag-team duo assassins of the world. I, Siofra Draighean, was the spitting image of my father’s personality. Stubborn, strong-willed, proud, dangerous.
I held my daggers in my hands tightly as I thought of my father momentarily.
“Siofra.” Lore said quietly.
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A father held out his hands. “Give me your hands and close your eyes, sweetheart.”
A little twelve-year-old held out her little hands and closed her eyes as she felt her father wrap his big hands around her own, and felt him put something slightly heavy in them.
“Open.” Her father said warmly.
The little girl opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. In them, were two
beautifully crafted daggers. Each blade was about ten inches long, while the handles were about five to six inches long. The blades were smoothed, polished pure silver, and the handles were black. A deep red ruby tipped each dagger’s pummel. Her beautiful hazel eyes were wide with awe as she took in the beauty and danger of the daggers. Her father laid a hand on her head and smiled gently, endless love making his dark hazel eyes glow with warmth.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”