After I told the masters I would willingly join they handed me a cup of what seemed to look like water but the smell was odorless, I slowly drank from it afraid of how it would taste. Oddly enough it didn't smell like anything but I instantly felt abit tipsy, my mind was spinning all over the place and when I turned around fully I saw it once more. I saw the murder of my parents again. I remember y eyes widening and my eyes were looking all over the killer afraid of him seeing me, he turned quickly and when he saw me he ran to me as fast as a bullet and when he got close enough everything behind him was disappearing while he unsheathed what looked like a blade from his arm and stabbed it right through my throat.
I must thank Thomas for lending me this journal, he has shown me much kindness and I plan to repay all that he has given me
One day...
As the days passed Thomas the assassin has shown me many things I must learn to be an assassin and among other things. I have no way to describe Thomas except that he's kind, abit arrogant and cocky but above all he's kind towards everyone unless you mess with him or anyone he loves and holds dear to him. Over time I know I will grow fond of Thomas just like he has of me, I can tell he cares deeply about me but even now I still don't know anything about him. I wish to know more but for now I will focus on my studies of assassin history and fighting including hunting and how to take care of myself, how to use the resources I have. I owe much to Thomas, every morning I cook him breakfast of a variety of things I can tell he likes my cooking and whenever he eats I watch him happily observing his likes and dislikes of food, I have learned little things of him but not enough to satisfy me
I shall leave what I wrote and attend to Thomas
Untill next time
-nova