Shifter's Order: The Beginning

Alice is your typical Assassin; train all day, everyday, until she has perfected her trade. She believes she is as normal as she can get, but on her sixteenth birthday (sorry I know, total cliché) her life changes forever. Alice learns that there is more to her Order than meets the eye, and she's about to dive head first into it. Hope you enjoy!


2. Chapter 1

*Alice's POV*

I don't remember much from the first night of the raid of our village, just terrifying screaming, lots of blood, and a large black beast with glowing red eyes, emerging out of the smoke. Then I blacked out

I woke up with a jerk and found I was still at home, still in my cozy little bed in my cozy little room. I sighed with relief. It's been years since I've had that nightmare. I rose out of bed wishing I could flop back into it. I walked downstairs with my knotted long brown hair and the "Don't talk to me until I've have food" look on my face. However, I immediately perked up when I smelt the bacon that my dad was cooking. "Morning sleepyhead" he sarcastically said. "Hey dad, what's cookn'?" "BACON!" He said with an evil laugh after. I giggled at him. 

My dad, Dan, isn't my real dad. He said he had found me on the streets in a burnt down village in France and decided to adopt me. He has been there for me ever since. He had even bought me my own horse Cobalt. We live off the coast of the Atlantic on a little island. We are the only people around here for kilometres so it's an ideal place to practice my riding and also to train for what my dad and I specialize in; assassination. We kill those who attempt to control the continents: "the Gagers". I know right? Weird name. 

Our house is in the middle of the woods with a trail leading down to the beach. From the outside our house looks like any cottage here, small, quaint, and vacant. However on the inside, it's huge, much to big for only two people to live in on their own. In our basement we have a training room and many weapons that no one knows about. Heck, the government doesn't even know there is house out here, and we like to keep it that way considering what we do for a living. 

"Yay bacon! So what's on the agenda today?" I asked him while munching on an already cooked piece. He swatted my hand away and said "Well, just the usual stuff, breakfast, training, then your riding lesson, and that's it". "Great!" We sit down and eat our bacon sandwiches. After we clean up I go upstairs and take a shower. When I step out I look in the mirror and stare at myself. Same bland colour of hair, same boring brown eyes and the ugly birthmark I have on my shoulder. It's looks almost like a bite of some kind. I walk back to my room and get changed into some sweatpants and a sweater for training. 

It's the same typical thing for my assassin training, push-ups, sit-ups, running, and combat skills. After receiving a few bruises from fighting, I went back upstairs and put my hair in a braid, put on my riding attire and went down to the basement to get my bow to do some target practice while riding. I then went out to the stables to tack up Cobalt. 

I got the barn and called "Cobalt!". He came cantering up to me from the far end of the field and nuzzled me looking for the carrots he so dearly loved. He finally found one and almost took my fingers off with desperation as I gave it to him.
I mounted Cobalt and took off through the woods shooting all the targets that I had set up. I hit each one with deadly accuracy. After Cobalt got tired we started to walk back to the house.


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