Prolouge
On a starry, windless night, my perfect world crumbled away. My father is Abronnyn Hamel, the Crime Lord of Amaroth. My mother is Clarisse DuVency, the Angel Incarnate. With my mother a courtesan and my father an assassin, it is only natural that I became the best of both. I was the target of The Pack. The Pack was a rival Crime Association that wanted to set roots in Amaroth. As I learned from two of the best criminals, I was a threat to them.
When I look back on that day, I find the Pack rather stupid. I was a 9-year-old girl who slept with her parents. How was I a threat to them?! Yet they swept into my life anyhow.
A creak of the window awakened me in the dead of the night. I immediately roused both my parents who tensed under the blanket in preparation to attack. Then, a dagger glinted I looked at the light and saw the faint silhouette of a man. The man who tore apart my family. Markus Wolfe. He was raised by the Wolf Tribe of Terassen's Staghorn Mountains. He leaped at the bed only to find Father's knife against his throat. Then began the duel of the ages: the two best Crime Lords of Erilea fighting against each other.
I could see that Father was holding back. He respected other Crime Lords as long as they respected him. However, I was his little scimitar. The dagger to his sword. The shadow to his darkness. Wolfe had earned the never-ending wrath of my Father. As he fought, he shouted at me and Mother. "Crows will rather die than see their kin hurt. Crows will flee to live another day. Crows always find a new life. They always know that there is Dark Before Dawn."
