It was the first day of January, a new year had begun but no celebration, no joy, no hope, no promise that could be fulfilled. It was the time of complete darkness where nothing else was preferred over money, we were divided in three classes i.e. low class were killed brutally, middle class were being neglected and tortured while high class were forced to pay ransom for pseudo protection. There was no power that could exceed the force of army and I would define justice as obeying orders of army leaders whether it is just or unjust.
This is the time 1776, we all were confined by the French in their French revolution. I am an orphan name's James Burton and I wanted to put an end to this revolution, I wanted revenge for my parents. I was under the protection of agency who too wanted an end for this revolution and they were the one who trained me, my future was sealed as an assassin. I was nineteen when my parents died in a burning house and this act was of no one except the French, six years had passed but no difference can be seen in the bloodshed of our streets. My training had been completed and when I look back into the past, I realize that this bloodshed started when we were promised for an evolution but instead we were rewarded with revolution when our government fell. During the six years of my training as an assassin, my mind grew mature, my senses sharpened, my body hardened but most of all, I learned to control my emotions between favoritism and hatred. I kept myself hidden from the world, no one knew my real identity nor my real name, I would often bribe others so that they could tell me about French leaders who would be then my targets. I had my group of most trusted companions who would advice me in my plans and as the time passed I met face to face with the master mind of all this plot i.e. Dagmar Miles, he escaped from me many times because of his high security and sometimes he would survive a fetal wound.
In our last meeting, he was not so lucky. I still remember our last battle, he was travelling with his convoy through a forest during a dark night, I signaled my group of rioting locals to attack and we were successful in distracting the guards. Once Dagmar Miles came out of his carriage I showed myself to him and we started our final battle, I was more skilled than he was so he tried to flee from the battle ground and this time I was not leaving any opportunity to murder him. We both again met with each other on the end of a cliff and soon it started raining, once the thunder stroked we ran towards each other and our fierce battle started. None of us were ready to give up and when I noticed that he is now in a weary state, I attacked on his wrist with my sword which resulted in his sword being thrown off the cliff, my second strike was on his legs and he kneel before me, my final blow was on his chest and I escaped from that scene. The leader which rose to power after him was different than the others before him, he was either too kind or too afraid but he called off the revolution and our government came back with a promise of prosperity.
This is the time 1776, we all were confined by the French in their French revolution. I am an orphan name's James Burton and I wanted to put an end to this revolution, I wanted revenge for my parents. I was under the protection of agency who too wanted an end for this revolution and they were the one who trained me, my future was sealed as an assassin. I was nineteen when my parents died in a burning house and this act was of no one except the French, six years had passed but no difference can be seen in the bloodshed of our streets. My training had been completed and when I look back into the past, I realize that this bloodshed started when we were promised for an evolution but instead we were rewarded with revolution when our government fell. During the six years of my training as an assassin, my mind grew mature, my senses sharpened, my body hardened but most of all, I learned to control my emotions between favoritism and hatred. I kept myself hidden from the world, no one knew my real identity nor my real name, I would often bribe others so that they could tell me about French leaders who would be then my targets. I had my group of most trusted companions who would advice me in my plans and as the time passed I met face to face with the master mind of all this plot i.e. Dagmar Miles, he escaped from me many times because of his high security and sometimes he would survive a fetal wound.
In our last meeting, he was not so lucky. I still remember our last battle, he was travelling with his convoy through a forest during a dark night, I signaled my group of rioting locals to attack and we were successful in distracting the guards. Once Dagmar Miles came out of his carriage I showed myself to him and we started our final battle, I was more skilled than he was so he tried to flee from the battle ground and this time I was not leaving any opportunity to murder him. We both again met with each other on the end of a cliff and soon it started raining, once the thunder stroked we ran towards each other and our fierce battle started. None of us were ready to give up and when I noticed that he is now in a weary state, I attacked on his wrist with my sword which resulted in his sword being thrown off the cliff, my second strike was on his legs and he kneel before me, my final blow was on his chest and I escaped from that scene. The leader which rose to power after him was different than the others before him, he was either too kind or too afraid but he called off the revolution and our government came back with a promise of prosperity.
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