Summary

When destiny called, she answered. Follow Fennigan as she embarks on an adventurous journey to discover all she is and all that she is destined to do, Meet Fen, short for Fennigan; the protagonist of our tale. Abandoned as an infant at the gates of St. Henry's orphanage for the unfortunate; she is now a girl of 10 busy navigating the treacherous streets of Carrova. When not working in the kitchens of St. Henry's, she is often seen leading her band of misfit comrades through adventures involving thieving and pickpocketing. That is until the day she makes the mistake of stealing from the deadliest man on the continent, The Master Assassin.

Genre: Fantasy,Adventure

Author: Neda Anjum

Status: 8yrs ago

Chapters: 6

Rating: 4.5 (2 reviews)

Age Rating: 18+

PROLOGUE

There is weakness gnawing its way into my bones, my heart and my mind, but I can endure it all to save my little one.

I feel weary and anguished, lost that I am in the city of unknown.

Unknown? No, This place was once my home. How could I forget? Have I become in adept? I need to be sharp; for, I have a daughter to be saved.

Stumbling as I wander through the endless streets that meander through the city, I am caged in a haze that has me dazed.

Where am I? What have I done?

No! I have it wrong!

What have they done? What has he done- to me?

I am coming undone.

My soles bleed, but my soul bleeds the hardest.

I need to run, I need to save her!

"Give up, give up, you have nowhere to escape", mocks a cruel voice.

"NO!", I scream, I will save her-even if it's the last thing I do.

The darkness unfurls as shadows twirl;

dancing around me-they grasp- for me,

obscuring me from this world,

Guiding me to the place I sought.

And then,

Joy is what I feel when I see the golden gates of relief. There hidden within the mists is the place of her refuge and so, I leave her within its sanctuary.

She squirms in her basket of seaweed that was woven for luck. Her little palms hold a scroll that would perhaps, one day unravel her mystery.

I kiss her even as misery wreaks havoc in my soul.

"I love you my dearest, may the stars shine their holy light upon you, may the shadows forever protect you and may the fates always favour you," I whisper.

I run towards freedom, shredding the last bits of my sanity, breaking the tether that anchors me to this world. I embrace death as it waits for me with its arms wide open and welcoming me.

Thus, I bid her my adieu.

Author's note: Percussor is the Latin word for an assassin.