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It was the laugh. The crazed mocking laugh a cousin from a branch family of assassins did. He was mocking her. A pure blood of the main branch. She looked at him as he laughed. How many times had he laughed at her, mocked her and called her the worst assassin prodigy in the world.
She glared at him in frustration and anger. This was never supposed to happen. She was a genius...a prodigy. So why? Why did she always lose to him. She looked down and stared at hervrough worn out hands , fighting back the tears threatening to fall...
Lina blinked as her eyes shot open. She was still on the carpeted floor, limp and gaining a chill from the floor beneath the carpet. For a second she felt disoriented until her mind screamed something. Someone.. Her son!
