From the Pharaoh's Daughter to An Assassin (Yuna & danzomcninja's 1x1)

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The city of Alexandria, Egypt, had always been one with some of the most influence among the ancient desert. Like most of the other cities within Egypt, it has it's shares of ups and downs. At the moment, though, it had been going through a prosperous era. The economy was at it's strongest peak, the Pharaoh equal in strength despite his wife having passed away years ago whilst giving birth to their daughter.

The now seventeen year old princess was in her room, gazing out of one of the few windows. Even with the peace and success all around her, something had been feeling ... amiss lately. She couldn't pinpoint exactly why or how it was being caused. But she had noted that as of late, it seemed quiet, to the point of it causing her to become uneasy.

Normally, silence didn't bother her. But something about it just seemed so very unnatural. Her teeth gripped her lower lip from behind her golden veil, hands wrapping gently along her shoulders to try to calm herself. When the attempts did next to nothing, however, she knew serenity would have to be found in another fashion.

When the idea came to her, Hasina's feet guided her to a small temple that had been made for anyone within the palace to attend to. The uneasy feelings only worsened as she saw no one else there, not even a handmaiden or servant. Slowly, she fell to her knees, letting bright hazel eyes glance up towards a statue of Isis, the protector of women.

"Is something even amiss? Or am I just overthinking? Please, Isis, you've never left me before. Give me a sign, a symbol ... " She murmured softly, the soft brown hues gradually closing, hiding themselves away from anyone who may or may not be nearby.

The Pharaoh's guard commander had known something was amok when he found one of his soldiers, crumpled and stabbed at the steps of the palace gate. The intruder's various movements were subtle, and hidden in the midnight darkness. The screams and cries could be heard, however, and guardsmen were topping over and falling off the walls and stairs they were defending. Commander Radik himself was pushed over by a dark figure, and strangely, he was not stabbed.

As Radik stepped inside once again, he found that not even the priests were safe. They'd been stabbed and gutted like fish, and littered the insides of the palace. Radik knew he must find his King and protect him.

The intruder was sly, killing soldiers without them even realizing he was in here. The second intruder was knocking them out with the same level of stealth. It was clear by the paths, the evidence, which areas were affected by which intruders. And they converged at the Pharaoh's court.

Radik almost didn't want to look inside. He had to summon great courage, and finally opened the doors. There was a man standing over the corpse of the King. A sword in his hand.

"You monster! You unholy bastard! Fight me!" Radik growled.

"It wasn't me..." Alexander assured him. "Look at my sword, commander. No blood... not from your pharaoh, and not from any of your men... I came here to stop this."

"Lies! It's all lies, you just discarded the murder weapon."

"And my clothing too? don't be a fool... I am an assassin. If I was the man who did this, I wouldn't bother trying to convince you, I'd just kill you... The most important thing right now, is Hasina! She is the direct successor!"

"Well then...assassin... why don't you tell me whats going on here?"

"I don't have time! We must rescue the Princess!"

"Fine... but if you're lying..."

"I'm not lying! Read the evidence, that's your job... I pushed you over earlier..."

The commander paused, and said nothing else.

"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead..." Alex added.

The pair headed for Hasina.

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A new and abruptly very strong scent finally caught Hasina's nose. It was .. full of iron? Her head tilted slightly, confused. Was this supposed to be the sign? Standing up and getting to her feet, the Princess allowed her feet to guide her out, inhaling every now and again to follow the scent. Her foot suddenly got wet after a few steps and finally, the source was revealed. As her eyes saw the blood and then numerous bodies around her, a gasp of shock leaving her lips. "W.... what?!" Then again, the 'what' was obvious. The better questions, it seemed, were who, why ... things to that effect.

The normally confident hazel eyes quickly turned to a pair of anxious and scared ones. Who was here? Let alone still alive? The thoughts made her shiver. The likely answer was no one ... or just herself and the killer. And if it was the latter, she needed to get out, and fast. Her eyes continued to dart from side to side as she ran, keeping her senses as alert as possible. Besides her light pants, she remained silent enough, hearing nothing else save her heart beating frantically against her chest.

There was a loud clang behind her, just above her head and back a bit. As axe connected with sword, Radik did everything in his power to stop the murderer from killing his darling future queen. "Your majesty, the Pharaoh is dead... you are the new Pharaoh!" He told her.

"No..." The dark figure retorted. " She's my prisoner..."

The murderer's name was Akar, he was a Persian man from the same clan of assassins as Alexander. His hair was long and black, and his face grizzled with short facial hair that was unkempt and graying. It was clear that he was near the end of his career, but still had a jump to his step. As he stepped back to seemingly take another swing, he instead stomped his foot and a blade emerged from his armored shoe.

Radik hadn't been expecting that. Alexander charged Akar with his blade, and for the moment it was two on one. But Akar got the better of his fellow assassin, and managed to throw him to the side with the blunt side of his axe. This winded him, and allowed Akar to go after the queen's soldier alone.

Radik fought valiantly, parrying attacks, cutting Akars arms each once - with a particularly bad cut on his left forearm, but ultimately, Akar was the better fighter, and Radik ended up with the toe blade up through his gut, and a beheading as the final strike while he was in shock. By now however, Alexander was back up, and he drove the blade through Akar's back, and pulled it back out.

He then sat down, and watched his fellow agent fall and die. He was still taking everything in.

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As steel upon steel echoed in her ears, the Princess turned in time to see the fight begin. Her heart sank. "Father .... no .... " Her head shook, despair quickly overwhelming her. Everything was happening so fast, she hardly had time to react or contemplate on anything. So many words quickly echoed through Hasina's head, all from the strangers who spoke so close and yet far from her.

"Your majesty, the Pharaoh is dead... you are the new Pharaoh!"

"No, she's my prisoner ... "

Her muscles trembled, finding herself unable to run, only watch. No, you idiot! You'll die if you stay here! She inwardly hissed, trying to find the courage to move. But nothing seemed to be working. Blade upon blade continued to land on one another, tears forming in her eyes. Her right hand subconsciously lifted and covered her mouth as the more vital stabs and jabs caught her eyes. When the fight finally did end, only one was still alive.

The fight hadn't just driven fear into her, but confusion as well. Who could she trust? Could she even do that with any of these .. men? As much as the future ruler wanted to, Hasina didn't know. This had all happened far too fast for her liking and she was still taking the news that her father was dead in. Uncertain of what more to do, her feet finally seemed to function more properly as she turned on her heels and ran, tears trailing down her face.

"Your Majesty, you need to get back here..." Alexander called to her. He waited for her to do so. As Radik and Akar layed dead, some form of duty washed over the assassin. He felt like this was his own fault, because he hadn't been able to stop all the bloodshed from happening. He stood up, and sheathed his bloodied sword. His lone kill being his fellow assassin.

"Your father may be dead, but there's no way you can stay and lead your people. Once my former employer realizes that you haven't been captured, he will send another agent... I'm the only one with enough training to protect you. And if you don't believe me, look at your own Guard Commander." he said, gesturing to CDR Marcus Radik, who layed on the floor, still, and getting colder.

"I am an assassin, Pharaoh... but I'm not like the man who did all this. My marks, are the other assassins. My mission is to stop them from killing innocents. And I can train you to fight..."

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Hasina halted herself, glancing back towards the figure. She knew that technically, she didn't have to move back to the man. But honestly, she was seeing few other options. Her body shook as she slowly obliged, looking anxiously up to his eyes as she forced herself to make contact. "... I ... why? I ... I mean .... " Her head shook, her words coming out in the form of stammering more than anything. Tears continued to fall down her face as she glanced up. Her ankles tensed yet again, instincts trying desperately to take over. But even with the strong urge to want to run from him, fear kept her in place. Finally, the last words echoed in her mind and ears, making her look down towards the floor.

"And I can train you to fight..."

"F... fight?! But ... " She stopped, biting upon her lower lip behind the veil. Her? Fight? It was an almost laughable thought. But his words - and the scene - all did seem to prove a point to the Princess. She had to do something and fast. Otherwise, she probably would end up captured .. if not dead. Her eyes closed even as soft sobs continued to leave, her body still trembling. She didn't like the sound of it, not at all. But the more she thought of alternatives, the fewer appeared to come to her.

A steady nod left her head as she glanced up. "What ... what do we do? Where do we go?" She finally managed to ask.

"First things first, you need some protection..." He told her. He pulled out a small, but elegant sheathed dagger from his home in Sparta. The blade was nothing to laugh at, it was long and it would not hurt her as long as she kept it inside it's holder. Handing the blade to her, he patted her on the shoulder. "You're also going to need some attire better suited to the wildnerness, Milady. I will stand guard while you change. Then we will be off, and I shall escort you to Greece where you shall be safe to train with me. It will be a long journey, so expect some lessons on the way as well. I hope your Majesty has some suitable outfits?"

With that, he crossed his arms and watched her. He knew they would be safe here for a couple hours, at least until Akar's time frame was broken, and his employer knew what happened to him. Akar had been a very good assassin, and was never late.

Alexander was a fairly handsome man, very similar in appearance to the man he was named for. Alexander the great. Tanned skin, long dirty blond hair, and an athletic, acrobatic physique that was perfect for his job. Although he couldn't grow facial hair for the life of him, most women's eyes were drawn to his, as opposed to his chin.

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Hasina's teeth found her lower lip and gripped it slightly. Had she really agreed to this? Her head and heart were both racing a mile per second if not minute. Still, no other plans were coming to her mind. She had to do this. There really was no other way it seemed .. and that alone made her heart ache. A small gasp passed her lips as the blade was set in her hands. It wasn't overly heavy though she definitely wasn't used to such sensations either. When the question of clothing came up, her head shook no slowly. "Not ... not really, no. I wasn't ... given much if anything appropriate for leaving."

Truth be told, she'd never been outside the city. Hasina had always remained behind the walls, inside the once secure palace. But now .. those days were gone. Still, she did indeed have something .. and it was enough to make her leave and go to her room. Slipping out of her more ... erotic and exotic clothes, Hasina came back in a tunic, long skirt, cloak and some sandals. It wasn't the best, she knew, but compared to what she had, it was better. The sheathed blade was still held firmly in her hands.

Hasina remained quiet, thinking still on all she'd learned. Finally, she gave a firm and determined nod. "I .. suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be .. " She replied.