AU for Hero's, Criminals, and Soulmates.
"Nows not really a good time Leo," Ayana stated matter-of-factly,
"Your brother will be here any minute," He reminded her.
"And I'll already be gone." She whipped around, pulling Zaim's legs out from beneat...
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The training session was interrupted by a commanding voice, "Azhara!" Sarab's call echoed through the practice grounds, causing the gathered assassins, clad in their uniforms, to pause and search for the source. They were in the midst of a training scenario with one member facing off against the rest. The lone player seemed to be holding her own. The collective group of assassins sheathed their weapons, creating a sudden silence that filled the room. The victor of the round pulled off her mask and lowered her hood, unveiling a young woman with strikingly blue eyes and luscious caramel-toned hair. With a swift movement, she sheathed her sword and stood erect, exuding an aura of unshakeable confidence.
"Sarab," she acknowledged, her voice holding an undercurrent of curiosity.
"Ra's al Ghul wishes to see you," Sarab responded. With a nod of understanding, the young woman departed the training ground.
Upon meeting Ra's al Ghul's icy, stern gaze, she steeled herself for the conversation to come.
"You summoned me?" she asked, offering a respectful bow.
"Indeed, the time has come for you to return home," Ra's al Ghul stated. Azhara's body tensed noticeably.
"Not to the place you now call home, Azhara. I mean your place of birth. Central City, to be with your kin. You are the youngest ward I have ever taken under my wing, and in the six years you've been here, you've proven yourself repeatedly. But now, it's time for a new chapter."
"I don't understand. You can't just leave the League of Assassins," Azhara voiced her bewilderment.
A smirk played at the corners of Ra's al Ghul's mouth as he regarded Azhara's confusion. "Normally, yes. But you, Azhara, are not a normal case. Your destiny lies elsewhere."
"Destiny?" Azhara echoed, her brows furrowing.
"Yes," Ra's continued, his gaze intense. "You have a natural gift, a certain... flair that extends beyond the capabilities of an assassin. You always knew this life was not your final destination. Central City holds more for you than you may realize."
Azhara considered his words, her mind racing. She had always felt a pull, a yearning for something more than the life of an assassin. But returning to Central City, to her family... it was a notion she had hardly dared to entertain.
"What is it you think awaits me in Central City?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ra's leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "A new path- a different challenge."
"I see," she responded, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "When do I leave?"
"Immediately," Ra's replied. "You must depart tonight. Remember Azhara, the journey you are about to embark on will not be easy, but it's the path you were destined to tread."
The sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the majestic mountains of Nanda Parbat. Standing at the entrance of the League of Assassins' fortress, her heart was heavy with conflicting emotions. For years, she had been known as Azhara, a name that carried weight and reverence among the League's members. But now, her time in the shadows had ended; She had dedicated her life to the League, honing her skills, and embracing the darkness that had consumed her very being. But now, the time had come for her to leave it all behind.
As she stepped outside the fortress, Ayana took a deep breath, the crisp mountain air filling her lungs. The wind whispered through the trees, as if bidding her farewell. She couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Nanda Parbat had been her sanctuary, her refuge from the world. It was a place where she had discovered her true potential.
The League had taught her to suppress her emotions, to view attachments as weaknesses. But as she stood there, overlooking the breathtaking landscape of Nanda Parbat, the world fell away. Tears stung her eyes as she realized how much she would miss the cold stone fortress, the dark hallways, and the deadly truth of this life.
She began her descent down the treacherous mountain path with a heavy heart. Each step brought her closer to the outside world, a world she had been sheltered from for far too long. She had always believed that what she sought lay in the depths of Nanda Parbat. Now, as she walked down the steep incline, all she could think about was leaving everything she loved. A gust of wind tugged at her cloak, reminding her that there was no turning back.
For the first time since her arrival, she felt at peace. Her quest for redemption, her need for vengeance, had consumed her for so many years. She had become a ruthless killer without remorse, living only to seek revenge. As the wind blew across her face, she knew that this would not be the end. The past was merely the beginning. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth of the sunshine caress her skin. Slowly, she opened her eyes, absorbing every last detail of her surroundings.
"Welcome back to the land of the living Ayana Allen."
