Twisted Myth

Chapter 1

In the vast world of Forestill Dreg, there was a multitude of distinguished civilizations of what some could consider mythology. Amongst it was disguised and guarded central for the human species. At the center of the triad of Villages: Astion, Sidena, and Aytous, was a rundown church that had been reestablished into a restaurant. Deep inside this building was a hidden passageway that leads to the Assassin Base. In this world were not an organization that killed randomly for pleasure or money. Assassins were specially selected and trained to be raised to protect human life. Each member has gifted a unique ability to kill creatures of supernatural that threatened any of the villages. However, in current times, officials have turned these honorable beings into war machines. The Capitol, Astion, had mixed Assassins with the army to fight in the raging war against the nøkken species, warg species, banshee species, and the fury species.
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Jonathen, a young assassin in training, knew these teachings by heart. Every history, belief, and discipline engraved in his memory. He knew, as he was taught, that "monsters" were the public enemy and vicious uncivilized beasts. If he was to meet one, he was trained to kill it on sight. He understood the responsibility hanging on his shoulders. Though as each day passed and he got closer to becoming a real assassin, it all felt wrong to him.
By morning the young assassin was up for training, per usual by the command of his strict mentor. He entered the training room which was large with dummies, targets, punchbags, and so much more. In the corner was a heavy metal door that leads to the obstacle course that was used on special tests for every trainee. They must complete it without error to graduate to Full Assassin. The mahogany exit doors, on the far corner away from the obstacle course, were wide open. The teenage boy tempted to sneak out since his mentor, Kasai, was nowhere to be seen.
He glanced at the door as he whipped a shuriken at a target, horribly missing it. He jumped and whipped around when he heard a familiar shriek. Jonathen's gaze quickly left the door as he turned to see his shuriken in the hand of his friend, Modry, who did not look pleased.
She shook her head in disapproval but wore a grin on her face. "Just because our mentors are not present, doesn't mean you can slack off," she teased him.
Jonathan sighed and apologized with a bow, taking his shuriken back from his friend. She laughed it off, though the boy beside her didn't reciprocate. Kasai was infamous for running his apprentices dry, so emotions were pricy for the young assassin. His tired eyes and his lack of energy were testimony of the trials he endured.
Modry sighed and glanced at the door and then snuck to a corner and pulled out two canteens of water she had stashed. The female handed one to Jonathen and then drank from the other one herself. "Mentor Kasai really should go easier on you, you're only eighteen years old..." the female sighed as her tone was full of worry for her friend.
"Kasai-sensei says Assassins need intense training to be top-notch," Jonathen implied as he stood up for his mentor's harsh tactics.
"That's not training, that's torture!" She replied back as she gulped down some water.
Jonathen just shook his head because he knew Kasai was too stubborn, he would accidentally run Jonathen to his grave. "These breaks are risky, he could arrive at any moment. Though I find it nice, if he found out, he would start yelling at me, 'Stop slacking you useless worm!' And then push my training ten times harder.." he complained as he mocked his mentor a bit.
"What a Tyrant. And he is only a mentor.." Modry was quickly cut off just as Jonathen had finished his canteen by an all too familiar moody voice from the exit.

"Who is a tyrant??"
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             Kasai sat in the sanctuary of the headmaster with his fellow mentor, Luca. The headmaster, Isaac, paced the room as he stroked the silver colored stubble on his chin. Kasai sat eying his master with a slight pout. He hated wasted time, but the older male seemed hesitant to speak first.
             Kasai finally spoke up, "Jonathen will be waking up soon. Why are we here?"
             "I've brought you two here because you guys are my best mentors and Assassins." The Headmaster's eyes darted around anxiously.
              "By some miracle..." the two males mumbled simultaneously.
              Kasai was hinting towards Luca's carefree and ditzy personality that made it hard to believe that this male was a top assassin. Just as Luca was referring to Kasai's hard and cold temperament, making it hard to believe he was a top mentor. Luca hated working hard and Kasai hated children, together they were like a perfect combination of joy yet responsibility, yet the two had been rivals since they were children.
             Finally the headmaster resumed speaking, "Vramthen is demanding we send more assassins to the capital in Aytous, and to the front lines... I need top level assassins... I was wondering on Jonathen's and Modry's status. Are they ready and could they be sent to the capitol or to war?" The old male spoke desperately.
             Kasai shook his head and crossed his arms. "I have yet to take him on a single simple mission, not to mention his 'gift' has yet to develop." He spoke in a harsh tone and showed no faith in his student. His ice cold tone caused the headmaster and Luca to turn white to the skin.
             "No gift? Not even a hint? I thought you said he had extreme fire? Like, almost as powerful as Kasai's, Pops?" Luca said leaning back in his chair and ran a hand through his spiked auburn hair. "Modry has complete control over hers already. What have you been doing??" He said with some concern.
             "He does have strong abilities... that is why I assigned him to Kasai in the first place." Issac spoke in a deep tone and furrowed his bushy brows. "Have you even tried to train him to activate it?" He asked the defensive long haired mentor.
              "He's not ready..." Kasai said closing his eyes and crossing his arms tighter, clearly his normal stubborn self coming to light.
             Luca gave the headmaster a confused look which the old man returned.
            "Not ready? How so? He's eighteen. By now it should have developer and activated. If not taught before it self activates, he could hurt others or himself..." Issac warned Kasai, but the male didn't move nor respond.
             "Stubborn as usual..." Luca mutterer under his breath causing the Headmaster to reply under his own breath.
             "For better or for worse."
              Kasai ignored them and returned his gaze to the older make after opening his eyes and scowling. He was growing impatient with the change of subject and quickly retorted, "in regards to the war cry- is there no more real Assassins to send?"
              Isaac cleared his throat and shook his head. "We've already sent out all the assassins who aren't mentors, and I'd hate to send mentors because their students will become sitting ducks..."
            Luca thought for a moment. "Kasai and his wimpy kid may not be ready, but I trust Modry. Her and I can go to Aytous."
             Kasai scoffed and grumbled angrily at Luca's judgmental comment. Though he couldn't deny he viewed his own student as weak and untrustworthy.
             Isaac seemed hesitant but then nodded and instructed him he should leave for Aytous that night and meet Vramthen in the morning.
            As soon as that was settled, Kasai and Luca were dismissed and Kasai rushed to the training room where he was to expect Jonathen. However when he arrived and saw him not training, but chatting with Luca's student about him, he crossed his arms and angrily shouted, "Who's a tyrant??"
            When he saw his student jump he grumbled and stitched his eyebrows in disapproval. "What are you doing slacking?? Did i say you could not train today!? I hope you are nice and rested for double hours today!" He said quick to punish his student.