I was tucked into a box. "Wait no-. Before I could finish, my mom closed the door. The soldiers came in and tore her apart. They bit off her flesh and ate her until all that was left was bone. I banged against the window in desperation. The creatures turned around and as one came into contact, I flew off. In a matter of seconds, I was above the clouds. The box began to fall again. I hit my head and passed out. I woke up in a bed. Besides me stood an old man who was holding onto a hay covered pitchfork. I sat up and stared at him, "Who are you?". He smiled before turning around, "my name is Nasso". He dumped the hay in the back of the carriage. "Anyways you're not harmed in any way so feel free to leave or, stay with a condition, you're gonna need to make us some money" he said grinning ear to ear.
"As if" I said confidently but I soon realised that I had no idea where I was. "Ok never mind what do I have to do" I asked a little embarrassed.
"You see, me, my wife and my daughter have a shop in the city, we'd like you to deliver some bread and other things we make". It was easier than I thought. If I got enough money, I could go back to mom. She was a magician, she'd probably tricked me and the soldiers, surely. "Now then, prepare for your first delivery" he said handing me his bag. "If you just go North, you'll reach the town, go two streets deeper and you'll find the shop, hand it to my daughter there". I nodded and walked out. It looked farther away than it was and it took me twenty five minutes by foot. As I got through the first street, I was blinded by the lights. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a man leaving a black car. He looked familiar like... the grand elder! I tried to get closer but was pushed by the journalists. I sighed and left. I turned back one last time and our eyes locked. I froze, his eyes pierced me, it was as if he knew me, my family, my friends and my secrets. As soon as he blinked, I turned back. ran down the next street and reached the shop.
I saw the shop it had, "Anding families shop" written above it. I froze up again. W-wasn't that the family which descended from assassins. As I began to turn back I heard someone say, "We're not like that". I turned back and saw ginger haired girl who looked like she was about fifteen. "My grandpa rebelled against the elders and they decided to punish us". She looked at the bag I was holding. "Hi I'm Lily, I'm assuming that's a delivery for the shop", she took it, "You can go now" she said waving. I turned back a thought. The elders surely wouldn't do that, if they did there would've been a civil war or something. Memories flashed of my mom's magic clone. They tried to kill her, they tried.